I bought a pair of silk jammies today.

After 10 years of marriage – and six years of dating, my PJ wardrobe had become pretty sad, basically old tee shirts and worn out cotton pants. But Mike never cared. His nighttime wear was even more pitiful.

I’m sitting here tonight, in my new silk pajamas, drinking a pale ale, reflecting on what was a great day with the kids, and feeling really pretty good…

I love silk jammies.

PS – my mom is gone this weekend, so it’s the first time I’ve been alone in my new house. Well, not alone-alone, the kids are here, but by myself nonetheless. And it feels…not bad.