Pick your battles they say. And they are right.

I just love how having two year olds in your life can jolt the normal out of your morning coffee in the blink of a dinosaur wink.

We have our routines, as every young family does and I’m the first to admit that I like my ‘process’ with a big focus on the ‘pro’, mainly intended to convey ‘pro’action which is how I like to view my role in this thing called life. It allows me to mistakenly think I can pre-empt most of what is going to happen in a day so when the new ‘jammies’ refused to come off, let’s say it threw a wrench into my perfect ‘pro’gram.

I knew in an instant it was going to be an issue when I could hardly peel the soaked ‘jammy’ pants off the boys to put real pants on them this morning. I knew in my heart that our nanny was in for a fight with the shirts but life got in the way and her arrival was at least 45 minutes away… All stressed out and not focused on the jammies we forgot to warn our nanny about the dreaded ‘jammy’ shirts…Oops!

Sure enough –10 am I get a text saying she is fighting the good fight but cannot convince these tiny tyrants to give up the ‘jammy’ shirts.

What’s Up With The ‘Jammy’ Shirts?

Well, how should I know? All evidence to the contrary, I am not fluent in Two! The only thing to do was take the high road. We settled on this and let’s face it, wearing jammies to play group is not a crime.

Forever more I will not judge a child out in the public domain wearing jammies, fairy wings or spider man costumes, scary masks, stupid hats or ballet slippers in the rain. So glad to get that off my chest. No ‘jammy’ shirts were harmed in the making of this blog post.

Amen

KpS