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Busy Pajama Day

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Busy Pajama Day

Published on August 16, 2013 with No Comments

By Kathy Miele

Steven walked into the room and had a concerned look on his face. It was 2 o’clock in the afternoon and I was still in my pajamas.

“Are you feeling alright?” he asked.

“Can you hold on for a minute?” I said to my sister, then turned my head so Steven could see that I had my phone’s headset on. “Hey, you’re home early for a Saturday,” I said to him.

“I’m just stopping in for a minute. I have two more appointments before I’m really home,” he said.

“Hey, Liz can I call you right back? Steven just stopped in for a minute.” I clicked my headset off and turned back to Steven. “I’m sorry. What did you say when you first walked in?”

“I asked if you were feeling OK.”

“Yeah, why?”

“You’re still in your pajamas and bathrobe,” he said.

I put down the shorts I’d been sewing a button on. “No, actually I’ve had a really busy day,” I said. “I’ve baked a batch of brownies, I’m on my third load of wash, and I’ve got a pot of sauce simmering for dinner.”

I cinched my robe tighter as I headed for the laundry room to switch a load out of the washer and into the dryer. “Right now I’m working on some clothes that needed mending.”

“Oh,” Steven sounded happy. “Did you get a chance to sew that missing button on my shirt?”

“Done,” I answered, pointing to the pile of finished pieces already on top of the dryer.

Reloading the dryer, I hit the start button and headed for the kitchen. “Do you want me to make you some deviled eggs?” I asked. “I hard-boiled a dozen earlier this morning.”

“Sure, that sounds great,” Steven said as he followed me into the kitchen.

“Careful, I just washed the floor. It’s not completely dry yet,” I called as he stayed in the doorway and I tiptoed in to get the eggs started.

“Wow, you have been busy,” he said leaning against the doorframe.

“I’ve gotten so much done. I love pajama day!” I said, cracking the shell of the first egg. “How’s your day going?” I asked.

“Busy,” he said. “But not as busy as yours.”

I had to laugh. “I’ve still got a few more things I want to get done before I get showered and dressed. But at the rate I’m going, if it gets any closer to dinnertime before I’m finished I might as well get showered and put on a fresh set of jammies!”

I handed him a plate with a few deviled eggs and sat next to him at the dining room table while he ate.

Steven shrugged his shoulders. “Hey, who’s going to know, right?”

Just then the doorbell rang. I looked around the corner and saw a neighbor standing at our front door. I leaned back against my chair, trying not to be seen. “Can you get that for me?” I asked.

Steven looked at me. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Are you kidding?” I waved my hand in front of me. “I’m in my pajamas! They’re going to think I’m some sort of sloth, just hanging around all day.”

“You could always explain what pajama day means to you,” he said.

“Very funny,” I said as I hid in the kitchen while Steven got up to get the door.

“By the way,” I whispered. “I’m not home, OK?”

 

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