I got as far as throwing on an over sized t-shirt when we finally got home this afternoon- changing into something comfortable enough to accomplish my to-do list and simply too lazy to dig something out of the drawer. The absence of my pajama pants left Kevin curious throughout the evening. "You want a blanket?" "Aren't you afraid someone might come to the door?" Etc.

I eventually asked if he wanted me to throw what he had on in my last load of laundry and while I waited for him to change, I threw on my p.j. bottoms and grabbed the last bit of laundry from the hamper. As I met him in the hallway moments later, I'm greeted with a frustrated sigh as he tosses his worn clothes on the floor in front of me. It's then that I realize he isn't as frustrated as he is disappointed. He had returned from the bedroom wearing an oversized sweatshirt without sweatpants to find that I was no longer pant-less. And then he says,  "And I went all out on this one."