If you have read this blog for any amount of time there are a few things you know to be true about me.
1. I have a thing about tshirts.
2. I have a thing about jammies.
3. I am a bit sentimental.
I was shopping at Walmart this past week and soaking in the atmosphere. Christmas aisles were being stocked and there was a touch of anticipation in the air. I ran into several friends from last year’s stint as a checker and we chatted and laughed. Then I set about trying to find everything on my list in this new and gargantuan store.
A major item on my list was jammies. I planned to get a pair for each of the children. Little is growing out of her’s faster than you can say “Bob’s your uncle”, Bubba only has a pair or two, and the size KB needs are in Mississippi with a dear friend. I quickly found a wall of options for KB, made my selection, and set off to make my other choices.
This is where it gets a bit hard to talk. *sniff*
See, my thing about jammies is this: I like my kiddos’ jammies to be adorable. I like them to look like little angels in their jammies – my little babies.
Little has moved out of the toddler section of sizes – she JUST did. Looking in the little girl section I found one pair of precious polka dot jammies. Other than that the pickings were slim I tell you. Bubba is in 5T jammies and that means he is soon to be a toddler-no-more. I looked around and was surprised to see that what’s offered for the male non-toddler are jammies with characters all over them. Seriously – Bubba will have to sleep with Sponge Bob on his chest or a Transformer on his belly and Little will have to breathe fairy dust or sleep with princesses. I am not ready for this.
Now, I know there are options; potentially pricey alternatives. My commitment to bedtime cuteness will cause me to persevere and search out a frugal way to have my children sleep in angel wear.
I have a dream. But my dream won’t become a reality whilst at Walmart.
