I Vote For a Monthly "Wear Jammies All Day" Holiday...Or On Any Rainy Day- Who's With Me!?

7:00am REE!REE!REE! Wake up to alarm, hit snooze.
7:09am REE!REE!REE! Hit snooze.
7:18am REE!REE!REE! Hit snooze.
7:27am REE!REE!REE! Fine! I'll get up!

I roll out of bed, put my socks, shoes, and sports bra on. I would like to kiss whoever invented comfy pants and t-shirt giveaways- so versatile- but I should brush my teeth first. Hair? Ponytail, bobby pin the bangs, and I'm ready for the day!

"Time to wake up, Johnny. Put your shoes on."

(Groggily)"Why? Where are we going?"

"Don't worry about it, just do what I said." (I've learned not to bother with trying to explain myself to an 11 year old incoherent boy.)

Car Keys? Check. Wallet? Check. Favorite over-sized towel with the hole in the corner? Check.

"Let's go, Johnny."

"Where are we going?"

"Just get in the car."

8:00am We stop at Dunkin' Donuts for carbs and caffeine and head to Yorktown Beach. His science lesson for today is on "Tides". Since Johnny is a tactile and visual learner, I figure the beach is the best place for this class.

While Jonathan digs holes in the sand and stabs dead jellyfish, I talk through the lesson with him. Visuals are plentiful. Who knew shells could stand in for the earth, moon, and sun?

"...gravitational pull creates high tides...blahblahblahblahblahblah..."

"LOOK! AT THE PIER! I THINK THAT GUY JUST CAUGHT A FISH!" (Oh, the attention span of an 11 yea....)

"You're right! Excuse me, sir, what kind of fish is that?"

Fisherman #1: "Eetsuh Spaht--you kin tale bah the spaht jus abuv the geel. They bin bitin' all mornin'. Mus' be the blud werms Ahm usin' fer bayt " (This is how I write a Louisiana or possibly Mississippi accent.)


So, the lesson on tides didn't work out as I planned but Johnny met another fisherman who had an extra pole and took it upon himself to teach Jonathan the secrets of fishin' the briny. Apparently in the Fisherman's Code of Ethics it is standard for the seasoned veterans to show the amateurs the ropes because every fisherman we saw was ready to give advice on places to cast, what bait to use, even where sunken ships are. He did learn that at high tide bigger fish come closer to the shore to feed so not all was lost.


In answer to why that title? We got home at 10:30am and I stayed in my jammies all day! I think there will be comfy pants in Heaven. For sure.