How many times do you have to take your jeans off before you can put on your PJ’s? I recently read a post about being a hamster on a wheel. Has that guy seen me before? The PJ question should be a simple one. I think one of the most aggravating times of the day is bedtime. By then, I am tired and all I want to do is just crawl in my crib. For the life of me, I just cannot imagine what in the world is going through Jerry’s head.

He stands in front of his dresser pulling open every drawer. His jammie drawer is at the top. Usually, I lay his jammies on the bed, but, still, he pulls all the drawers open. I tell him, beginning nicely, to take off his jeans and put on his jammie b

ottoms. He just doesn’t get it. He looks at me, puzzled, and grumbles. I repeat, “Take off your jeans.” He sits on

the side of the bed and S-L-O-W-L-Y pulls his jeans down to his knees. (I’m already in bed by now.) He stands up and pulls his jeans back up. I say, “No, take them off.” He sits and pulls them down...pauses, then stands and pulls them back up again. Got the picture? I don’t think he remembers that he is getting ready for bed.

Last night, I lost it. After the fifth time of watching yo-yo jean, I got up and pulled his jeans off from his feet. I promise! I did NOT knock him down! (you thought I did, didn’t you?) Once the jeans were off, he didn’t want to put on his jammies. Grrrrrrrr! What’s a girl to do? I “suggested” he put the things on! He did. Eventually.

I can chuckle about this because once Jerry finally got into the bed, we held hands and laughed. I said, “I love you”. He said, “I’m glad you do.” Guess I better get off the hamster wheel and find another way.