The thing about elementary school is that nearly every day is a “special day” of some sort and I can’t keep up. I find calendars to be sort of a complicated device to begin with, but school calendars are incredibly complicated.
Every week there is at least one “special” day. It’s Team Day! Wear your favorite football team jersey! It’s Spirit Day! Wear your school mascot t-shirt! It’s Story Book Character Day! Dress as your favorite storybook character! It’s Camouflage Day! Wear Camo! (That could just be Texas.) It’s Baseball Cap Day! It’s Stuffed Animal Day! It’s Pajama Day! We have had Pajama Day at least three times this year.
I don’t get all these special days because I am old. We did not have special days when I was growing up. I wore an ugly uniform to school every day and it was a special day if you made it home from school without getting whacked upside the head by Sister Mary Clyde. Special days are a new invention.
But I go along. When I remember. Which is almost never.
So then, the other day I walked Sean to school and when we got there, I noticed that everyone was wearing pajamas. Except for Sean. Sean stopped dead in his tracks. “Mom!” he cried in despair looking down at himself as though he were naked, “It’s Pajama Day!”
He heaved a mighty groan. “I’m supposed to be wearing my pajamas!” He made the saddest of sad faces and cast his eyes downward in sorrow. He huffed. That he was not properly attired was my fault. I am the George Bush of motherhood — everything is my fault.
“Just tell’em we sleep in our clothes,” I said. I am a problem solver.
“Mom, you need to bring me my pajamas!”
I shook my head. Nope. No. No way.
I might have gone home for a library book or a forgotten lunch, but not PJ’s. The fact of the matter is, I’m trying to raise Sean to be the kind of person who does not wear pajamas in public.
He groaned and schlepped into school, making the best of an unbearable situation. It is these kinds of life challenges that will make him into a strong and confident man with coping skills. Or an insecure teenage girl with fashion issues.
After I dropped off Sean, I made my daily trip to Wal-Mart where I saw a number of adult humans wearing their pajamas.
Everyday is Pajama Day at Wal-Mart.