Over the weekend, I woke up to a sunny day. Nice! Don’t you feel a burst of added energy when you do?
My cats were no where to be seen, which either means they found a better place to nap, or they started their day far earlier than I. Probably the latter.
That’s when both furry kids quickly spotted me, mewed in unison from the towering carpeted cat tree domain, which told me one thing. It was play time.
Coffee bean grinder = cat play alarm. So it appears.
Da Bird (Amazon affiliate link) had a good flight today.
Bouncing from chairs to sofa, while I warmed up with coffee for the added push to keep moving for the kids, I decided that was good for now. Getting up, I head towards the computer.
I ended up staring at the blank computer screen in the blog office. Dangerous. And then I had a little chat with myself…
“If you start there, you’ll start to mindlessly scroll, losing focus on what needs to be done, NEVER getting out of these PJs. You know you! What do you need to do?”
Upon seeing my tax receipt folders, I decided that was probably a ‘better way to just wake up’… then I could do more fun stuff once awake.
So I cracked open January all over the kitchen island, and started filing.
Once I reached April, it was a daunting pile, so I knew I needed break. I looked up and asked my son if he was hungry.
It was 1pm after all… oops.
He was. So I promised him some lunch at the local diner down the road.
But first I’d have to get out of my pjs… well, basically get ready for the day. Even though it was half way over.
Caught in the PJs once again.
I don’t know what it is, but there’s something magical about the pajama theory.
Is it that we’re just comfy so we get more done?
Is it because we haven’t cleaned up yet, then we don’t mind working up a sweat?
Or is it because where we start the day, we usually end up there, stuck in that zone?
I think I’m all of the above. With a heavy doze of zone stuck-age.
I just know me. If I ‘schedule’ in the shower and makeup thing, something else will pull me in another direction.
I hate to admit this, but some days my kiddo gets home from school, and sees me running around with a drill and camera, while wearing my mickey mouse flannel best, munching on an apple for lunch.
I’m in the zone, baby… don’t you dare stop me now!
I wish I wasn’t like this. It would be so nice to dart out the door on a whim to the store or wherever, because ‘I was already ready’. You know the drill.
All I know is, it seems to work for me! I always get WAY more done in a day if I stay in the very PJs I woke up in.
Besides… I’m also ready for bed! More time saved!
Just… please don’t knock on my front door?
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Who else has the PJ Syndrome… bad? What state makes you most productive?