First of all, I am not being paid by the makers of Snuggie for this endorsement. Really. (Special note to Snuggie execs: if you feel compelled to hire me as your spokesperson, let’s talk. I’m available.)
I’m simply compelled to share with you, my friends, how much comfort and relaxation my fashion Snuggie has brought to my life.
For example, when I can sneak away from my three wild hooligans–er I mean sweeties, I dash into my bedroom, don the leopard-spotted snuggie (because, hey, slugs like to be fashionable, too), and curl up into a ball with my favorite book, magazine, or TV show. There’s nothing like watching that womanizing Don Draper on Mad Men from the warm comfort of your Snuggie, or making yourself feel better about not being pencil-thin like those darn Desperate Housewives. Heck, if I never ate a full meal, I’d be desperate, too.
Let’s face it: as moms, one area that many of us are severely lacking in is relaxation. Just yesterday, after running two miles in the cold, packing several boxes (we’re about to move into temporary housing for three months, before our next move), vacuuming and mopping my kitchen floor twice after the pint-sized crumbsnatchers had their way with it, and doing a load of laundry the size of Everest, I decided that I needed-nay DESERVED–a little nappy-nap.
So, after putting my two-year old down and a couple of books, I donned said Snuggie (which is also suitable for outdoor events, as long as the crowd is amenable) and treated myself to a good fifteen minutes of r&r until my boys ran into the calm of my bedroom howling, packing Star Wars guns, knocking over my nice pile of laundry and waking up their sister in the process.
Richmond mamas, please, for the love of all that is good in this world, do your sanity favor and put this one on your Christmas or Hanukkah list. I promise you won’t be sorry.
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