Pajama day joins math on my list of educational pet peeves.

Okay, blogworld.  We're gonna need to make this quick; which I realize sounds JUST like the sexual bargaining of an old married woman.  I was going to weenie out on you AGAIN, but then I got an email from one of the kid's teacher's that Tuesday is PAJAMA DAY.


And there is NOTHING that brings fear, loathing and anxiety upon me like PAJAMA DAY.


Mostly because I stopped buying pajamas in 2006, when the twins were about 18 months old.  Those sets lasted for a while, and then we went through this bit where we decided that we were going to train our kids to sleep in t-shirts, because it had just become SO COMPLICATED to wash, and fold, and get the two-piece Disney Princess (or Spiderman, or Super Mario Brothers or Santa Kitten) pajamas back in the drawer at the same time.  Ultimately, a High School Musical top was paired with a Frogs-playing-the-violin bottom and it STRESSED ME OUT; and I just can't justify paying $20 to feel completely inadequate in my laundry skills, and to constantly broadcast that I am a *little bit* bat sh#! crazy.  


Anyway, you might also remember that our plan to transition into t-shirts backfired when my boys CRIED HYSTERICALLY over not wearing pants.  And so we let them cling to their 18 month pajama bottoms, which are now like hot pants with dinosaurs/race cars/whales on them.


It's never a big deal, until PAJAMA DAY, because I realize that it's inappropriate to send my children to school in their underwear.  Or something that looks like a European speedo with a toddler theme.  And then there's the girls, who sleep in cotton shorts and t-shirts--and I can almost GUARANTEE that there will be some kind of argument about how those don't "look" like pajamas, and we'll end up at Target at 9 p.m. on a school night, purchasing some kind of set with images of bunnies-making-pancakes.  Except that we won't wear them to SLEEP, but save them as the illusion of PAJAMAS that are worn to school, only.


Geez, blogworld.  Can't we all just agree that PAJAMA DAY is a gigantic farce?  


Who am I kidding, that will never happen, until a 3rd grader shows up in his boxer briefs, or one is able to link pajama day to severe allergies or childhood obesity.  


{Edited to note:  The only school-themed day that has ever been more hated by me is the bike parade that occurred at the twin's preschool when they were THREE.  Otherwise known as the day I had to lug TWO tricycles, twins, and an 18-month-old baby to school.  Uphill for two miles and in the pouring rain, or whatever.}