I Mended My Husband’s Jeans with Duct Tape

Because That’s What a Good Wife is Suppose to Do

My husband has this specific pair or jeans. Let’s call them his, “weekend” jeans. They’re sort of like when woman say, “I’m going to put my fat pants on when I get home,” or pajama pants, or whatever.

He owns so many pairs of pants and jeans. When I say so many I mean it’s irrational, endless. If I had to guesstimate by sight I’d say at least 40 pair, but he always wears this same, old, ratty pair of jeans. It’s his preference, I suppose. His comfort zone. I respect that.

I try to anyway, I try not to be judgmental but I’m a woman and he’s a fashion crisis so at times it’s a struggle. He owns five pairs of khaki pants. Who needs that many pairs of khaki pants? Does anyone still wear khaki pants? Also, they all look the same. There’s no creativity or uniqueness or standing out in a crowd. They’re Khaki.

Khaki. It’s both a good thing and a not so good thing.

His, “weekend” jeans have a gigantic hole in the back pocket. it’s been like this for years, yet he continuously puts things in this torn pocket and continuously loses those things.

That’s where I come in.

As soon as he can’t find what fell out of his pocket he comes to me and asks, “Have you seen _____?”

“No, if it were in your pants pocket why would I know where it is?”

Well, because apparently in his eyes I know everything. Even though I don’t. I’m the fix all, do all, problem solve all, make everything okay all, handle everything with grace all.

I fake it. I have him fooled.

What I do know, however, is if the torn pocket were patched- he’d stop losing everything he puts in it. So I put on my wife hat and mended it for him.

I problem solved the tear, fixed it with duct tape and made everything okay as graceful as I could.

Quote for today:

“A hero is an ordinary individual who finds the strength to preserve and endure in spite of overwhelming obstacles”- Christopher Reeve