I hate that I care about stuff that doesn’t matter. What I am about to share does not matter in the grand scheme of life. It should embarrass me I’m about to give you a glimpse into my craziness.
(First world problem)
My father bought my son an outfit I would consider a sweatsuit. It’s a sweatshirt with matching sweatpants. It’s not a pajama set, I used to wear these kinds of clothes all the time as a kid. Apparently my mother tried to get me to wear jeans and I wouldn’t. I have had two different people call them pajamas, and it drives me nuts. I keep telling myself it’s not a big deal and there is no need to say anything. Then here I am writing a post about this topic that is driving me nuts. I will admit I have taken my child to the grocery store in his pajamas with a coat because I don’t see the point of getting him dress for a quick errand.
The picture below is like what my child was wearing.