There is something about Pyjamas, something magical and comforting. They take me back to a time when life was stress free and the only thing that ever mattered was what pencil case to take to school. They remind me of feeling safe and loved and most of all they meant that I was home.
Last Christmas The Teenager and the Whirlwind decided it was about time I had another one. On Christmas Morning I opened a beautifully wrapped box and was greeted by a bundle of soft pink fluffiness staring up at me. A small gasp escaped from my mouth as I realised what it was.
As I lifted it out of the box I was transported back to my childhood and all those delicious memories came flooding back. I seriously could not wait to get ready for bed.
As soon as the
After my bath I hurriedly dried myself off before stepping into the soft pinkness of my new onesy and zipped myself in. I shut my eyes and let the feeling of total warmth and happiness flood over me.
Unfortunately my feelings of happiness were short lived as The Husband took one look at me and dissolved into heaving fits of laughter. Comments such as:-
"Does baby want a bottle"?
"Mr Blobby's in the house" and
"Which Teletubbie are you...Pinky Winky"? were thrown at me across the room.
Did I care? No I did not........ I ignored their chants of attempted humour and carried on enjoying my onesy experience.
I continued to wear my new found loveliness for about 2 months and then sadly discovered 4 things:-
1. Thought I had started the change and then realised that it was in fact the onesy that was causing my overheating.
2. Forgetting I had it on and opening the door to a delivery man who in turn stared at me with complete disbelief.
3. Sex life dried up completely due to The Husband laughing hysterically every time I walked into the bedroom wearing it.
4. Going to the loo and freezing my **** off each time as I sat naked from the waist down.
Unfortunately it all got a bit much when The Husband decided to try it on for a laugh and ended up ripping the zip as he tried to do it up. My onesy was no more and I decided that maybe it was time for some good old fashioned Twosies.......PJ's.
This Christmas I am hugely tempted to buy The Husband one just for a giggle and to see if he wears it. One thing is for sure, if I do get him one and if he does wear it I promise I will be there with my camera to capture the moment.
And then.......I will post it on here and on Facebook and on any other social networking site I can find......MWAAHHHHHHHHH !!!!! (done in the style of an evil genius).
REVENGE WILL BE MINE..........
Lots of Love