There are a million great things about being a writer. And one of those great things that I happen to love is that I get to wear whatever I want to work. Wanna work in my PJs? No problem! Feeling a little fancy? Dig out that ball gown from two birthday balls ago and let’s get to work.
Okay. You can guess how often I actually worked in a ball gown. Once. Not a fan.
But I do work in my PJs, or sweatpants, pretty much daily. I figure…why wear pants that require a button or zipper of I don’t have to? Plus, I’m lazy. Let’s face it. And if I can get through the day without changing, why bother? (I’m sure my husband has a fantastic, snarky comment here but we’ll pretend he’s mute and move on.)
Then came the day when I realized that, although this is a fantastic perk, this is also a bit of a Catch-22. See, if you’re like me, you take advantage of this Wear Your PJs To Work situation more often than not. And it gets to the point that literally, your dog recognizes when you are leaving the house because you put jeans on.
The other day, I had to run an errand. I had been working for a bit, and so I got up, stretched, and went to the bedroom. The dog, naturally, followed me. Likely hoping I was crawling into bed for a mid-morning nap. (I never do that.) (I do that often.) But instead, I got out a pair of jeans and traded my comfortable, flannel PJ bottoms for my jeans and a pair of shoes.
I look around, and the dog is gone. I go looking for him, and yes. I found him in his cage. Waiting for me to shut the door. Because when we leave the house, he has to go in his cage. Why did he go in there without me telling him?
Because he saw me put pants on. So naturally, this meant I was leaving the house.
Pants = leaving the house.
I should be mortified. Instead, I gave him a cookie for being smart…for once.