Monday, March 10, 2008
jammie jam
i am wondering at what point it will be acceptable to my kids that on a day, like today, that is cold and raining, we will have a jammie jam day. you know the jammie jam day. we sleep in. we stay in our pj's all day. we eat pizza for breakfast, left-over thai food for lunch, and cookie dough for dinner, napping whenever we feel like it between the "meals" (just like college. that sounds like college. oooh. justification forthcoming: i'm preparing them for life in academia.). we watch bad daytime television including the usa channel for edited versions of "uncle buck" (love that movie) and "so i married an axe murderer" (love that one too) and the obligatory "breakfast club" with ridiculously altered "bad" words. (has anyone actually seen the unedited version of the breakfast club? i wonder what the bad words are. "ass?" they could totally get away with that now. but. i. digress.) eventually when we can take no more of what 80's/90's cinema had to offer, we turn to the food network for some high maintenance broads who grow their own herbs and weld their own skillets. ina, i love you honey, but seriously, who churns their own butter? come on. and you have a lot of friends coming over for meals. i hope they're not using you for your culinary arts. (why do i care about this? not sure. am i worried about ina?) we'll laugh at the big gigantic, bigger than the table, pancake uncle buck cooks up. we'll laugh how mike meyers says "heed" instead of "head." "look at the heed on that kid." laugh. laugh. laugh. more cookie dough. we can put sleeping bags in the living room. now i'm reminded of when my parents let my sister and i stay up late with sleeping bags in the living room so we could watch the finale of little house on the prarie. i didn't make it to the end. i fell asleep. something burned down, i think. so, my kids are not currently into the jammie jam day. my dog gets jammie jam day. if he had pajamas he would be in them right now. (he's not exactly one of those fluffy louis vuitton dogs). he's been in bed all day. only venturing out when food calls his name. this is what i'm talking about. no. the kids want to play and be loud and be entertained by the never-ending mommy show. i'm still in my pajamas hoping it would influence them. not happening. to bring home the "we're not into the jammie jam day" point, they even cut their naps short. foiled! of course they napped for over 3 hours yesterday. of course. when my spouse was home. blast! now we have at least like 42 hours of yet to be determined entertainment which is definitely not outside time in the backyard or on a walk, or any other activity outside of our home, because i can't even justify a trip to the starbucks drive-thru in this rain due to safety hazards. and at least like 42 hours until they eat dinner, which is not cookie dough, i assure you.
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I have had similar thoughts myself but could never have put them so well. LOL Here's to the day when we can turn a rainy day into a salute to the '80s as our kids say "you really wore that, Mom?".
mine aren't into jammie jam day either. They slept late, and that was about all the sleeping my twinkies have done. My older son wants me to constantly entertain him. The younger two literally will not stop hanging on me. ugh.
We did brave the Starbucks drive-thru. It wasn't so bad out there. Plus, for 20 minutes, no one hung on me.
Ugh! I just typed a comment and it didn't post. I hate that.
Mine aren't into jammie jamming either. The whole waking up at 5:30 thing does NOT meld with my idea of a leisurely day. Neither do the 20 minute naps.
To further add to my NON-leisurely day, my MIL decided to come over and tell me all of the things I'm doing wrong. Some of her observations included: "Why can't you seem to get the dry skin on Charlotte's face under control? Aren't you using Aquaphor?" and "Oh, you use Simple Green to clean their high chairs? I use that to clean my FLOORS!" and "Are you sure the reason they have diarrhea isn't because you take them to the Y for swimming class? It's so DIRTY." I'm glad I can vent about it here -- I can't do it on my own blog because she'll find out!
Whew! I feel better!
amy: vent away! :)
A few years ago I had a "little sister", we'll call her Jill, with Big Brother Big Sisters. I decided my version of a 'Jammie Jam Day' would be the perfect activity for us (after a year or so it's tough coming up with fun things to do with a 12 year old when you are a late 20-something). Anyway, I decided that we would make cookies and watch bad (i.e awesome) 80's movies. Albeit my 80's movies of choice were Flashdance, Dirty Dancing and something else involving dancing and unrequited lust, but the whole thing was a bust. Jill, and her 16 year old sister, Joan who tagged along, made me feel like the most out of it, old, unhip person on the planet. I can only imagine what this will be like when my own kid is 12 and we're watching 80's movies and I'm in my mid-40s. Yikes.
Hmmm, I would say for a Jammie Jam day you need two giant tents that you have to put together with plasitc poles, and they can make you put them together, and you are challenged in that way, and it takes you 30 minutes, and they want to set them up in the middle of your living room to watch the jammie jam movies. Oh wait, that was the gift YOU gave My twins. Rest assured those things are coming back to you kiddo. And then you can be sleep deprived and set them up at the same time. I will coach you through it on the phone. Love ya.
cece: hmm. all of a sudden i hate uncle buck. and tents.
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