I was at a bachelorette party not too long ago, and I sat next to my friend and watched the bride-to-be open some gifts we brought. Mostly lingerie. Some cute bras. Some pretty nightgowns. I usually like to slip in some high waisted floral cotton undies that are usually worn by our grandparents’ generation and then wink at the bride like I gifted her something totally salacious.
Yeah, joke’s probably old by now.
So I whispered to my friend, “Um… have you worn anything cute like that since, I don’t know, the first week of marriage?”
“Nope,” she whispers back.
“I go to bed in old tank tops and shorts,” I admit.
“9 times out of 10, I’m in a long sleeved shirt and period underwear,” she one-ups me.
Okay, cool. So then I decide to send out a mass text message to some girl friends. What do you wear to bed?
1) Mismatched pajamas, usually.
2) My husband’s t-shirt.
3) Old t-shirts and pants with holes in them, I think.
4) Chanel No. 5. ;) ;) ;)
Whoa ho hoooooooooo. I realized that when I go to bed now, I basically look like how I went to bed when I was a teenager. You know, awesome looking.
In a t-shirt from a 5k that I never actually ran and shorts that I wore when I was 18.
I decided I would like to change that, just a little bit. The whole keeping-it-fresh-in-your-marriage thing aside, I wonder if it has the same effects as sleeping in a clean room. I don’t know, more peaceful? A uniform for bedtime? Is this weird?
Look at the humans. They put on special clothing in preparation of being unconscious for 7 hours. Fascinating.
I thought about my other childhood nighttime wear. Fleece footie pajamas were made of 100% polyester, so I would rub my knees up against my mattress until I could see sparks. Part MacGyvery, part sociopathic. Nightgowns would always inch their way north, so I’d wake up with yards of fabric just hula-hooping by my underarms.
Over the past couple of months, I’ve been buying clothing to be worn solely at nighttime. Not also for wheezing on a treadmill. Not also worn by my husband. 1) Cute shorts-and-shirt pajamas. 2) Sleeveless, short nightgowns. (Pro tip: don’t buy the maxi ones that are so Angelina Jolie. Gorgeous, yes, but they’re more likely to hula hoop. I buy ones that hit above the knee.)
Pros: my kids + husband tell me I look nice, which, you know, I’ll never tire of hearing. If there’s a fire in the middle of the night (not caused by polyester footie pajamas), I won’t be embarrassed to be standing outside in my nightgown. I mean, probably a little, but not ill-fitting-tank-and-boxer-briefs-embarrassed, KWIM? And, it makes sleeping a little nicer, just like a clean room and crisp sheets make sleeping a little nicer. And when I have to go on a plane and the TSA inevitably pats me down and searches my bag, I’m not nervous that they’ll find the Delia’s shorts that I wore to bed at 18 that are still in my drawer. Gahhh. DELIA’S, you guys.
Cons: ??? I spent a little money ???
I hate to be that blogger that always asks questions at the end, but I’m nosy, sooooo, what do you wear to bed and if you’re married do you care what your spouse wears to bed? Your eyes are closed, but sometimes they aren’t? Idk.