Apparently motherhood has made me obsessive.
For the moment, at least, I’m not obsessing over grades and schools and boyfriends and girlfriends and classes.
No, I’m obsessing over pajamas.
As many families do, my kids get new Christmas pajamas every year. This year I found adorable snowman pajamas at Carter’s. I bought some for Nora, some for Jude, and … oh wait. Huh. The store didn’t have Seth’s size.
“No matter!” I thought. “I am Super Mom! This is October! I have plenty of time!”
I can’t find those blasted pajamas anywhere.
I resisted ordering them online because I didn’t want to pay as much in shipping as I would for the pajamas. Now they’re completely gone.
I diligently checked our store, but they never had the 5T size in stock when I went in.
I’ve checked online storefronts for every other retailer I can think of that sells these pajamas. I’ve checked retailers I’ve never even heard of before. I’ve even trawled through eBay, and still didn’t turn up these pajamas for Seth.
Obsessed, I tell you.
Now I’m worried about my sensitive, brilliant little man noticing that he has pajamas that don’t match (if I can even find any!) and having his feelings hurt.
I worry about just how closely they match.
I consider buying pajamas one size too small just to get him matchings PJs with his baby brother. (That was the whole freaking point, to match up with his baby brother and feel connected! ARGH.)
At least this year it’s not about whether the baby will be born before or after Christmas and whether I need “Baby’s First Christmas” stuff for a newborn. Ha ha, Jude showed me and was born on Christmas morning last year. Problem solved: two first Christmases,the birthday and the celebration day.
Now I just need a pajama solution.
(If you find them, please let me know!)