It's not pretty, folks. I've been battling what was diagnosed as bronchitis and then turned into pnuemonia. It knocked me down - hard. Ask the girls. Thank goodness for Bryan. Seriously. I'm slowly getting better. The cough is the worst because I cough so much it gives me a huge headache. By the end of the day I'm done.
I'll try to post soon.
So, Bryan got me a pair of pajamas for Christmas. He ordered them online from a website called Pajamagram and, bless his heart, he thought I would enjoy this particular footed pair.
I might actually like them - if I were 50 pounds lighter and looked like this jammy model... As it is, I tried them on and they left nothing to the imagination. Every lump and bulge said, "Hello!" to everyone in the room and the fanny flap (that, as a bonus, can be embroidered with your name) wasn't very easy to manage.
Because he is a good man, Bryan encouraged me to find a replacement pair of pajamas. Pajamagram has a great return policy and so after I checked out the website and all they had to offer, I exchanged them for this pair.
In a word: Yummy!
I love it when it's clean and fabulous-smelling. I love it when they let me actually "do"it. On the other hand, I hate it when it already looks ratty five minutes after I just "did" it. I hate it when it's so long it becomes unmanageable. A certain 10-year-old I know still needs help washing it and only puts conditioner in it under death threats.
Jordyn has had issues growing hair, period. She's had exactly two trims in her five years on the planet so far. She's been begging for a hair cut for a LONG time now and Cara finally consented to a hair cut for herself. So, despite just getting over a stomach bug that forced me to leave school early on Friday (that's another story... I'm just glad I didn't hurl in front of my students... can you imagine the mental scarring that could've inflicted??) we set off to the magical land of Kool Kuts for Kids.
Jordyn's after. A sleepy smile...