My Poor Pants

I am having a sad, sad night. My rainbow pajama pants are having a rough time as of 8:32 this evening. As I noticed a slight draft from behind, I remembered a mystery ripping sound just minutes before. Low and behold, I had a foot long rip down the rear seam. I'm somewhat (although not entirely) disappointed Jon was not here to have a good laugh at the view.

The lovely Sarah Shorthill sent these, my favorite pair of pajama pants, to me when I was in Northern Ireland. I understand that to the average human being, they may not be the most beautiful, but they are the most comfortable. They are a perfect weight for warm summer nights, but still good in the winter. They are fantastic. Now is the time I wish I had more confidence in my ability to mend things. Mommy!