So let me start with this: It is a darn good thing that I don’t sleep with my phone or iPad in my bedroom because in those first months of delirium after having a baby, when you are up at all hours of the night with nothing else to watch but infomercials while trying to get your babe back to sleep, everything starts to look like it is exactly what you are missing in your life. It is a wonder that I don’t own 16 pairs of pajama jeans, a Shark Steam Mop, a NuWave Oven, the most expensive Keurig machine out there, Hip Hop Abs and P90X. There had to have been a thousand nights when I was sucked into watching these captivating 30-minute segments touting such amazing products that I told myself I was definitely ordering them in the morning. I had a baby, for goodness-sake. How was I going to make sure that my floors were clean if I didn’t have a mop that somehow cleaned with steaming, boiling water. And wouldn’t I look cute steam-mopping in what appear to be jeans, but *oh my* are as comfortable as pajamas? And who can argue with this: “They look great on everyone! Just like sweatpants!”. No one. That right there is an impenetrable piece of logic that makes perfect sense. Just take a spin through the aisles of your local Wal-Mart and you will see for yourself. EVERYBODY looks good in sweatpants.
As much as every one of these products captivated and intrigued me, nothing grabbed me quite like the pajama jean phenomenon. I mean, I love me some yoga pants, but for some reason mine always end up with a big hole right in the crotch. True story. And it’s not like I’m high-kicking my way through the aisles of Market Basket, but a girl has to draw the line somewhere. Were pajama jeans the answer to this dilemma? Somewhere along the line, my wonderful husband detected that the sarcasm with which I spoke about pajama jeans possibly had a hint of true desire. And at Christmas of 2012, I was the lucky owner of not one – no ladies and gentleman – not one, but TWO pairs of pajama jeans, plus the perfectly fashionable grey T-shirt to go with them. So on the days that I am out running errands with the kids and I don’t have the energy to put any effort into an outfit, or I just want to feel like I’m wearing pajamas, but look like I’m wearing jeans, you just might see me rocking these bad boys. And I’m not afraid to say it.