Sisterhood of the Traveling PJs.
Well, fellas (all 3 of my male readers (and you know who you are)) you will appreciate this story. It didn't take long for all to be right with the world. There is this weird feeling you get when you NOTICE things balancing out. Most of the time it happens and you miss it. But when you catch it... pure poetry.
Note: If you have not read PART 1 of the Penguin PJs then go ahead. We will stop so you can catch up. No, go ahead. I'm serious! We are going to wait right here until you finish.
Now that you are done...
This day started like any other. My job is to make sure that when I leave for work, I have gotten 3 girls ready for their day at school. There's the feeding. There's the clothing. There's diaper changing. There's the doing the hair (which is always (NEVER) fun). You get the routine.
Occasionally, my daddy to-do list looks a little different. And men being creatures of habit hate when there is something different on the list. Well, today I have to add that the 4-year old's class is having a PJ party. So my instructions are to take the cookies that my wife made the night before (with love) and to let the 4-year old decide which PJs she is going to wear. She had the Cheerleader PJs (that I didn't even know she had (even though she has probably worn them several times in my overly observant presence)) and the infamous Penguin PJs. Now I'm going to give you one guess as to which one she wants.
Because my beautiful wife is always thinking she KNEW that the 4-year old would want the Penguin PJs. So she had them washed and all I had to do was take them out of the washer and put them into the dryer. Even I couldn't screw that up (that's not true (but I didn't screw it up! And that's all that counts!)).
I got the kid fed (early). I got the kids dressed (early). I even finished the 4-year old's hair (early). She didn't fight much because she was wearing her favorite PJs today to school. Now, it's time for school! Oh... I almost forgot the snacks. My wife wouldn't be happy if I forgot those. So I grabbed the cookies. NOW, it's time for school.
We get to the 4-year old's school (did I mention... early?). For some reason her legs were broken and she didn't tell me until now. So daddy had to carry her into school. Which is fine for me because the other option was trying to negotiate with her. Those of you with kids know... what's the point?
On the way to ESP I look into the window and see ALL of the other kids whose parent have to be at work before school starts (I don't know who thought of that concept but I need to have a talk with them). As I got closer... I noticed... that NONE of the other kids were wearing their PJs. At first I thought that their parent got up too early and must have forgotten that today is PJ and party day. Then I thought there was too many un-PJ'd kids for that to be the case. There must be another reason. Like... maybe this little fun day was only for my daughter's class. Sounds reasonable.
We get into ESP and now we are being looked at. I know my 4-year old couldn't feel it but I could. There was this "one of these kids is doing his own thing" moment. That's when I decided to open the backpack. The note from the school was in there with all of the party information. I read the bring a snack for x number of kids. We did that. I read the wear you favorite PJs part. We did that. So what is wrong? We did everything right. We were ready for the party that was...
...wait for it....
...3 days away.
I hate to admit it, but my very first response was... :). Fellas (all 3 of you), you know EXACTLY what I'm talking about. It's that moment when someone screwed up, and it wasn't YOU! For 1 millisecond I had that HA-HA feeling you get when the world finally spins the right way and all is well. I'm going to take another moment right here....
.... That still feels good.
But that feeling didn't last long because reality took over. We were standing there and my daughter was the only one in the whole school that was wearing her PJs. So what now? Luckily, we keep a spare set of clothes in her backpack. They are just for emergencies and I'm pretty sure this counts as an emergency.
Happy ending. Crisis averted. Penguin PJs have yet another story to tell. I can't wait until Thursday to see if cycle continues and the PJs take another victim.
Another Note: I told you my wife is smart. She got ahead of this story (something Tiger Woods should have done). She broke this news story on FaceBook. So this was for all of those people that are not FB friends with her. You guys got the REAL story.
Also as a friend of mine pointed out, I'm only kidding myself. Somehow, someway, this is really my fault! I must study this theory. I will get back to you with my findings because I'm sure he's right.