It was so fun that my brain would not switch back into routine mode last night as I crawled into bed sometime after midnight, exhausted. Ms. Brain simply refused to give up her vacation. She fought my tired body until around 3am when she finally lost the battle.
My alarm goes off at exactly 5:55am. Big meanie.
So today, I'm longing for darling cotton jammies by Frankie & Johnny.
Come to think of it, my sleep wardrobe could use a serious overhaul. It's not that I don't own cute pajamas, I do. It's just that the ugly ones are so much more comforting. I've tried to amend my sloppy sleepwear ways, particularly since marriage, but the old t-shirt and sweats keep making their way back into my preferences.
I think I need help. Like an intervention of sorts.
Anybody out there picky about their PJ's? Tell me what I need to do.