Surely the reason my kids have been busting their jeans left and right is because there is a jeans-eatin’ monster on the loose. Every time I turn around, another pair of otherwise perfectly good jeans has a hole in it. The knee is busted out. The seam near the zipper has busted open – but not right on the seam where it could be fixed, oh no). The metal rivet that holds the snap together decides to just pop off. It’s crazy.
I will excuse Gracie for finally outgrowing her two pair of 5 slim jeans; 5 regular jeans with the adjustable waist-band tightened to the fourth power is a much better look. (Skin-and-bones is so last season.)
But Bee – girl, I don’t know what you are doing at daycare, but please stop running into the jeans-eatin’ monster. Tell him to look at the plane stuck in the mud and run like heck in the opposite direction. And for the love of all that’s holy – DON’T TRIP!
I am off to Target or Old Navy or the Gently-Used Resale Store for the sixth pair of jeans I’ve had to buy in the past two months. Don’t worry about me – I am squeezing lemonade out of all of these lemons (cough andaddingvodka cough) and using these valuable non-jeans to practicing my hemming techniques. Either I’m going to get better or the girls will be wearing different length legged shorts to school this summer! Maybe that will scare the jeans-eatin’ monster away!