today was a typical sunday morning–a chaotic race to get everyone dressed, ready and out the door to church and still look and feel somewhat respectable by the time we arrive. no matter how much planning, we just have to expect the unexpected. which usually can mean a poopy diaper right as we're walking out door, milk spilled on a clean dress, distraught tears, and a quick change of clothes, chasing a boy around the kitchen with a squirt bottle and gel on my hand attempting to comb hair…the gel ending up mostly on his face, and searching for a missing child only to find him hiding out in the back of the car.
after we've put out all of these fires, then come the shoes. and oh the shoes!! why are they never in the place you expect them to be? and why, oh why do they never fit? church shoes are my nemesis. yes, they have it out for me. bad.
last sunday, after we all jumped in the car and drove away, the kids were supposed to get their shoes on en route. overheard in the backseat was, "they're too tight, mom! ugh…i can't. get. ugh. them. ugh. on." my response was "try as hard as you can, dallin. we have no choice! i will buy new shoes for you this week. just keep trying!" reluctantly, he managed to get them on and that was that.
until this morning. as we headed out the door, i remembered. shoes! not the shoes! i forgot to buy new ones and his feet have surely grown two sizes bigger than last week! i knew this wasn't going to end pretty. i pulled him aside and explained that i had forgotten to buy him some bigger shoes. "i'm so sorry, dallin. this is my fault. but i promise. I PROMISE, i will buy some this week." he wasn't amused by my flakiness.
i had to make something good out of this debacle and so i tossed this out at him, "dallin, if i don't buy you new shoes this week, you won't have to go church next sunday. deal?" a huge grin appeared on his face. just what i needed to see. then he shoved his feet into those tiny holes and we were on our way. jeff smiled at our little negotiation and i knew i had a serious deal on my hands.
as dallin was getting ready for bed tonight, he sneaked up close to me and whispered, "don't buy the shoes." with a smirk, i smiled back.
the game is on.
to be continued…
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now you need to buy 2 pairs- got have one for back up! good luck. and GAME ON! DON’T MESS WITH MAMMA!
You have started a bad game!!! I so know how you feel. I feel like I am buying church shoes every time I turn around:) How does that happen???
Missing you all already…mmm.
This morning, I finally THREW OUT Savannah’s church shoes, eww. After weeks of vowing to never let her wear those stinky, holey, awful looking shoes (man, I am really painting a vivid picture), I finally took the plunge. No turning back now. I better get to Target this week…and fast. Before I forget yet again and she will go barefoot–or with Vans.
There was a time when my younger daughter refused to wear any shoes but her pink converse. So she wore them everywhere. Even church.
Yes, the shoe drama! We know that one all too well. I’ve started storing the church shoes in the car. We don’t ever forget now. lol