PJ's at 6pm???

This time of year is exceptionally fast paced at work and things are gearing up for our very hectic "busy" season. From the first week of February to April 15th, we see more of our co-workers than we do our own families... its the nature of our business.

My job in particular is exceptionally busy in January. I'm responsible for getting all projects rolled over and prepared for log in when a client brings in their tax information. While working on that big venture, I also manage a database for our engagement letters and track all year end payroll and reports.

All that to say, the evenings at the Bahr casa are usually pretty quiet because exhaustion generally sets in on the ride home.

So last night after a typical January day at work, I was feeling pretty spent. By 6pm I had taken Zayleigh for a quick walk and gave serious thought to my cozy pj's! I thought better of it while talking on the phone with my dear friend, Lindsay and put on my yoga pants. 'Cozy enough' I thought, while blabbing away on my cell!

Once we hung up, I looked in the mirror and made the decision --

I'm tired, It's my house, I'm not going anywhere... ITS PJ TIME! (it was 6:10pm)

I promptly removed the black yoga pants, washed my face and put on my new favorite pair of PJ pants that my sister, Michelle gave me for Christmas - (flannel, blue and brown with a cute COFFEE design) put on my long sleeve brown top and WALAAAAAAAAAA...

COZY, SNUGGLY, and READY FOR BED!

I ate dinner and was waiting for John to come home when the inevitable happened...

Yep...

The doorbell rang! I almost didn't get up to get it b/c it was dark outside, I had no make-up on and well... I was in my PAJAMAS!~

Guess who? A guy that John does karate/ju jitsu with! What??
So I open the door, rather uncomfortably...

Him: "Ummm, hey... Is John home?"
Me: "No, come on in... Let me call him"
Him: "Are we fighting tonight?"
Me: With a polite smile, trying to keep his attention from my flannel JAMS and my non-made up FACEEEE... "I'm not sure?"... (thinking to myself, I'm going to KILL MY HUSBAND FOR NOT TELLING ME TO NOTTTTTTTTTTTTT PUT MY PJ'S ON at 6PM???)

Sure enough, here he comes driving up the driveway.

But it doesn't stop there....

OHhhh nooooo... Then another guy comes to the door! And I have to explain AGAIN, 'Its been a BIG day, thus, the PJ's at 6:25pm!'

But does it stop THERE????

NEVAAAAHHHHH.....
At about 7:30pm, the doorbell rings AGAIN - the guys are in the garage duking it out and I have to TREK to the front door still on display for the world to see IN MY PAJAMAS!

Low and behold, its one of the guys' wives! Yep, the ONE I HAVEN'T HAD THE CHANCE TO MEETTTTTTTTT YETTTTTTTTTTT!!!!

Good LORD!

STORY. OF. MY. LIFE!

And over the next several months, there will be a LOT of opportunities of me being "caught" in my JAMS by 6pm! COME ONE, COME ALL!!!!!!!! -- at this point, I. AIN'T. SCAURRRD!