PJ day

Yesterday on the way home from school Andy told me with much enthusiasm that tomorrow was pajama day.  Okay kiddo.  Sounds good. So this morning, in my half awake daze, I picked out clothes for them both only to hear each child freak out at me: "MOM, it is PAJAMA day today! don't you remember?!" yes, yes I do 3 & 5 year old tiny humans.  Calm your bodies.

Well we got to school this morning and NO ONE was wearing PJs.  No one.  Except my children.  As I look out the window, I see them playing outside - - in Star Wars / kitty pajamas.

Sometimes I feel like I got the wrong memo, just like my kids.  How did I sit with my head in the sand for so many years eating crap - eating sugar like it was water? How did I go from fit and fabulous to chubby and fabulous?

Lately, people are starting to notice that I look different.  My response has been "oh you can tell? really?" I need to change that to "THANK YOU. yes. I'm working hard at it." All I can do is keep going forward and not kick myself (too hard) for my past mistakes.  Sometimes you wear your pjs on the wrong day and you just have to roll with it.