The germs have invaded the Murphy house. The sniffly germs, the watery eye germs, the I-need-a-tissue-every-minute germs. The coughing germs, the booger germs, the achoo-God-bless-you germs. The infant Advil sits on the counter next to the Pediasure cough medicine next to the Advil PM. Kleenex are everywhere.
The germs attacked Katie first. A runny nose. Red cheeks. Tired eyes. Then, the germs found Maddie. Red, watery eyes. Coughing. All. Night. Long. Oh, the coughing. Then, the germs found me. Misery. Ugh. (My husband seems to have escaped the wrath of the germs. So far.)
There was no way anything productive was going to happen on Sunday. Not a chance. Beds weren’t made, and our To Do lists sat abandoned on the counter. After breakfast, I officially declared it a Pajama Day. All four of us spent the day in our comfiest pajamas. I’m pretty sure that nobody even bothered to comb their hair. The kids played all day long. I played with them. My husband napped. Then he played, and I napped. We played, and ate, and played some more. We played pretend store and built train tracks and did puzzles and colored pictures and watched a movie and did dress-up and read books and sang songs and cuddled. We even went down in the basement and played with some long forgotten toys.
What a fun day. After dinner, we giggled when I made my nightly announcement, “Time to put on pajamas!”
Every Sunday should be Pajama Day. (Minus the germs…)