Before I became a mom, there were a lot of things that I expected to happen once I had a baby. For example, I expected to change a lot of diapers. I expected to get less sleep for a while. And I expected to get puked on (although with a baby with acid reflux, my worst nightmares could not have prepared me for the amount of puke that I had to deal with).
But one thing that I did not anticipate was how much I would be on my knees. Since becoming an adult, I’m not sure I’d walked on my knees or crawled around more than ten times ever. Now I do it at least ten times daily, between horsey rides, cleaning up toys before naptime (it’s much too strenuous to do it standing up and have to bend over), and chasing a little boy around the kitchen island.
Several pairs of my pants now have holes in the knees, and most of the others are faded and worn. Now I’m fearing for the life of my precious new blue gap pants (which are thin and delicate to begin with). If they were a shirt, I could just sew on some darling elbow patches. But somehow I think those patches wouldn’t look quite as adorable on my knees. It’s just a hunch.