Find some good PJ's
I used to love my pajamas. Then menopause hit and I found myself feeling like I had somehow been left stranded on the Sahara desert every night. Most often I would sleep in the buff, but then I would suddenly feel like an Arctic wind had enveloped me and I would frantically whip the pajamas back on. As a result of my bodies relentless changes in body temperature, I decided to embrace nightgowns. You can whip them on and off in one fell swoop. I had never really been crazy about them, except for when I needed them for those “special occasions”. You know the kind that are supposed to be alluring, provocative and are the preliminary to what could be a night to remember. They’re a part of the art of seduction, along with candles, music and whatever else floats your boat.
As I got older I found that my body was shifting and I started to think that maybe I should replace the so called “Teddy” with a shroud. Let’s face it, shrouds are for unveilings, and I was really not in the mood to unveil anything. However, my quest for the right nightgown has continued. My goal has always been to stay cool and comfortable, even though menopause may be a thing of the past, it has still left reminders of hot flashes, which seem to periodically come in the night. Over the years, I’ve tried, short, long, medium and minis, made of either cotton, silk, bamboo, flannel, spandex or a combination thereof. I’ve investigated possible choices in countries I’ve traveled to like Australia, thinking that perhaps some Aboriginal woman had found an ancient material capable of transitioning from warm to cool in an instant. No such luck. My initial enthusiasm is always replaced with the same outcome. As long as I don’t move all is well. But, unless you’re a corpse, tossing and turning is part of sleeping. Most often my nightgowns turn into pythons wrapping themselves around me like tourniquets. I wake up and have to unfurl myself in order to get up as it always seems to end up somewhere around my neck trying to choke the living hell out of me. So naked may be the only option. If I hear my cat howling in the morning when I get up, I may have to seek other options. Let’s see what happens.
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