Other unexpected consequences of being a SAHM

When I worked, I had a steady rotation of work appropriate clothes.  Dresses, skirts, slacks and blouses.  Now that I stay at home full time, the only time that I don such attire is when I have to officiate a wedding or go to church.  So, the life of all these clothes has been extended quite a bit.

What my wardrobe consists of nowadays is jeans (but don't get me started on jeans!), t-shirts, sweaters, and tank tops.

I've noticed recently that all of my clothes are starting to fall apart.  What I noticed first was little holes in my shirts about the level of my navel. For the life of me, I couldn't figure out where these holes were coming from.  At the time, Girl C was still in her bucket seat and she got carried around a lot.  I figured that I was resting the carrier on my hip/midsection and the holes were coming from the seat/jeans button interaction of carrying her that way.  She was soon out of the carrier, and the holes stopped.  But then I noticed them again.  She wasn't in her carrier.  What gives?  We dry our laundry on a line outside in good weather, so my conclusion was that the clothes pins were making the holes.  A few weeks ago, while I was at work, one of the other ladies in the nursery at church mentioned she had these same holes.  I was curious to hear how she thinks these holes crop of, since her kids are in high school and far from being in car seats.  She said she gets them from leaning up against the sink counter doing dishes.  Well, hell, I never thought of that before, and it makes total sense!  So, mystery solved for the holes and a solution to fix it (which is not 'stop doing dishes').

Also, I have blown holes through the knees of two pairs of jeans.  Never, in all my jeans-wearing years, have I ever worn jeans so much that they started to fall apart at the knees.  Usually, I would rip a back pocket off before anything else.  But I had a pair of skinny jeans that were wonderful from Target that I noticed the right knee start to get thin and soft in the knee and I knew they'd need to be replaced soon.  Thankfully, I bought the exact same pair and about a week later, I felt breezy at the knee and lo and behold, a hole.

I guess I'm on the floor a lot more with two kids.  We're building block towers, doing puzzles, racing cars, I'm changing diapers on the floor, and chasing after both of them.

Of all the consequences of being a stay at home mom, this is one I didn't expect.  But I love it.