Another thing I refuse to wear to bed: footie pajamas and gigantic t-shirts.
The last time I wore footie pajamas I still believed in Santa Claus. I get that they’re warm and cozy, like a newborn swaddled up like a baby burrito. They’re just not sexy.
Before kids, I slept in those short, silky soft negligees. Sometimes I slept in less. Not only was it comfortable, but I enjoyed the intimacy of spooning with my husband with as much skin contact as possible.
After our daughter was born, those skimpy negligees were shoved in the back of my delicates drawer. By the time I pulled them back out, my post-baby weight was no match for those sexy underthings. (That was a sad, sad day.)
My youngest still sneaks into our bed in the wee hours of the morning, so it’s not really practical to sleep in short, silky things anymore. I wish I could channel Mad Men’s Betty Draper with my sleepwear. How many times have I woken up at 1 a.m. because my kids weren’t feeling well? Try cleaning your child’s vomit from silk or chiffon. Nope. I don’t have time for finicky laundry.
Now I sleep in comfy cotton and knit nightgowns. My only rule is that they’re not baggy or too long. There’s plenty of if you know where to look. I’ve been with my husband for 17 years now. While there’s not much mystery between us anymore, I think it’s important that I make an attempt to be me when I snuggle under the covers of our bed, instead of just being the mother of his children.
I know this sounds crazy, especially since the snow is coming down on half the United States today. I suggest investing a heating blanket for your bed. Best invention ever. Especially if you decide to go commando under your nightie.
What do you wear to bed?
