Well its that time again.
Just about every morning the usual explosion of:
"where are your shoes!?"
"what do you mean nothing fits?!"
"Its your own dumb fault for leaving them outside!"
"Just where your sisters!"
"Whatever, just get in the van we're late!"
Instead of sitting on the porch swing drinking coffee after I dropped off my two children who may or may not of had wet, mis-sized shoes on, I did the dreaded: go in the attic bring down the smelly shoe tote and organize the disgusting pile of dirty shoes that litter our entire back entry way.
What I discovered:
My 9-year-old has jumped several shoe sizes
Ditto with my 4-year-old
My 7-year old really does not have any sneaks that fit (and none in the magic shoe tote either)
I DONT need to put the 2-year-olds shoes back in the tote.
It was weird…with 4 close-aged girls shoes always get recycled, (after the obligatory pondering of "hmmm…how shabby is too shabby?" )
Many of these shoes went through all the girls.
These leather Pooh Bear ones I believe got passed down from my 12 year old niece
My little one is not only the youngest of her sisters but the youngest of all the cousins too. All my friends with little ones either have boys or two girls real close, so I am sure they have tons of girl stuff already.
So off they went to the clothes/shoes drop off; just down our street so convenient.
It is also that time to implement the: keep-the-flip-flops-in-the-van-plan.
And of course it would not be a shoe shuffle day if there was not at least one missing shoe:
Here's to being permanently barefoot.