I’m not in need of any pajamas, but last night, in my dreams, I went shopping for a nightgown.
I do not own any nightgowns. I haven’t owned nightgowns since I was a little girl.
I was specifically looking at the flannel kind with high necks and ruffled trims.
And if that’s not pathetic enough, I opted not to buy any because they weren’t breast-feeding friendly (no easy access).
These are the
nightmares dreams of a middle-aged mother of six little kids.