When Fiddledaddy and I were first married, we rented a little house in Tarzana, California. We soon learned that the homeowner employed the liberal use of duct tape for many home repairs.
We hardly noticed.
I mean, silver duct tape blends in so well with black and white linoleum. Why replace it, when holes can be so easily masked by a strip or five of duct tape?
And the whole reason that duct tape was created in handy silver, is for the repair and maintenance of plumbing issues. Albeit temporary.
Until the entire septic system backs up into the house. While you are away on your honeymoon. And your new sister-in-law and her husband are housesitting your very angry cat. And there is only one bathroom.
We had to inform our landlord that the duct tape didn’t cut it anymore. But nice effort.
I’ll admit, that now as a homeowner and mother of three, I always keep a roll of duct tape handy. In case I need to keep a kid quiet.
Oh, relax. I am kidding.
I did, just yesterday in fact, repair the shower head with a well placed strip of duct tape. I’m awfully fond of my shower head. And with the addition of the duct tape, I ought to get at least another 6 months of good use out of it.
But, this last week, Fiddledaddy found a creative use for duct tape that I never would have dreamed of. As you know, Jensen wakes up in the night with fits of wild scratching. I’ve sewn socks onto the hands and feet of his superhero pajamas. Sewing worked oh so much better than the stapling.
And my original thumbtack idea was seriously flawed.
However, my boy has herculean type strength, and has been able to wriggle out of his pajamas, despite my best faux Betsy Ross type efforts. One night, while I was wandering the streets muttering obscenities at the light poles out, Fiddledaddy fastened Jensen into his superhero pajamas.
Using the duct tape.
And he sold the whole idea to this skeptical 3 year old by telling him that the duct tape was really a superhero belt. That even included a codpiece. And Jensen bought it.
So much so, that he refuses to go to bed without being taped into his pjs.
I’m only hoping he grows out of this phase before potty training commences. Or before his first sleep over.
Or at the very least, before his honeymoon. But, by then, I will happily hand him, his nasty Blues Clues blanket, and his duct tape over to his wife. Who I have been praying for since he was one.
I have been so very blessed regarding all the comments yesterday. Your support means the world to me. And boy, when I asked for information, y’all really stepped up to the plate. I’ve been organizing all of the data and informational websites into a file. Thank you again!