Holes in the knees of my jeans

A little over three years ago I blogged about a pair of Lucky jeans I bought in Los Angeles while shopping. I loved those jeans from the first time I pulled them up over my hips. Heck, I still covet them – even despite the giant hole in the left knee.

You see, I wrote a sweet little piece about my jean buying history in that former blog post. From brands to prices to fits to quoting Zak Brown Band about, “A pair of jeans that fit just right,” my point was: I love a good fitting pair of jeans.

Still do.

Today, here I sit, with holes in the knees of my jeans.

And not because I bought them that way or am trying to make a ’90’s fashion statement. The holes are there from the demands of my labor.

Cue Moms of the world with little children.

You understand what I am talking about, right ladies?

Instead of designer jeans, we have what I like to call a rotation of “play jeans.” Kind of like play clothes, but for Moms who crawl around on the floor all day playing (and picking up toys and cleaning up messes).

Stay-at-home Moms without a housekeeper have it worse. We have to crawl around on the floor with our kids all day, and then while they nap scurry around and clean floors on our hands and knees to keep house.

I’m not asking for a Cinderella award here, but I am pondering the holes in the knees of my jeans tonight. And though I have such love for the holes (and the children who caused them) in practically all of my pants, I’d really just like to wonder for a moment about what it’s like to not have holes in the knees of my jeans.

Does nice jewelry come with them? A wrinkle free face? Ironed shirt? Sexy thong? A sleek hair style?

You tell me.

You  may also enjoy reading : A pair of jeans that fit just right

About britta326

blogger, picture-taker, diaper-changer, runner

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