“Mom, why do you have all these holes in your pants?” my seven year old interrupted during bedtime reading and began poking and pulling at my jeans.
They were some distressed jeans I had pulled on that afternoon now that I ditch my work clothes the second I walk through the door.
As I explained that they were made to look like that, making me feel like I was in high school again defending my wardrobe choices.
As I got back to our book, he interrupted again.“So you’re so stressed out that your pants got holes in them?” he asked innocently.
I chuckled and said not exactly.
Even though he wasn’t trying to be funny, the last two weeks have been so extremely stressful at school, I had to laugh because it did seem in a way to me that maybe my pants also could have been a casualty to the recent weeks.