I love our lazy weekends. When we dont have to go anywhere, when we dont have to rush off to work on something, when nobody would disturb our pajama time.
And yes, we call it pajama time because we would be on our pajamas the first few hours of the morning. Well, the kids would remain in their pajamas until it would be bedtime again, sometimes. I would have loved to keep my pajamas, too, but... I dont know, there would always be someone ringing the doorbell or there would be things to be fetched from our cellar so we adults just have to dress up.
But staying in our pajamas longer make our day start more comfortably. No stress, just a slow awakening to a new, lazy day.
The kids would be in our big bed cuddling with us. It is also a good time to keep up-to-date with what everybody's done and plan to do. It is a chance to tell our stories. There would always be some fights for space or a struggle with the blanket which would surely end up in a tickling match. And of course, there would be shouts of laughter and girly giggles.
Sometimes we would all end up sleeping again. But mostly, the girls would find their own corner in our bedroom to play. That would give us at least an hour, sometimes two, to snuggle and go back to sleep with the lullaby of the girls' soft chuckles and giggly whispers.
Do you enjoy a pajama time, too?