We’re getting down to the finals days for a couple of these. If you’ve been thinking about entering, go do it now – a week of summer day camp for ages 5-12 here, a fun Shrek-tacular prize pack here, or a $25 Wal-Mart gift card here.
Today, I went to the wee ones’ t-ball game. It was hot. I really, really didn’t want to put on socks and sneakers, even though I knew I should if I was going to be out on the field coaching (ummm yeah, sucker me is also the t-ball coach).
Nope, I instead chose to wear my favorite pair of oh so comfy summer mules that I wear almost daily – alternating with a couple other similar styles. Granted, they’ve been due for an update in terms of fashion and wear, but I wasn’t quite ready to go shoe shopping yet (and ummm yeah, I know it’s odd, but I hate shopping for shoes and have probably fewer pairs than my husband does).
On the field of play, I did my usual – drawing of circles for the children in the field to show them “where you live” while playing each position, helping each child get a batting helmet on and ensuring they are all correctly positioned in the batter’s box.
All was well, and I was very contentedly looking forward to my post game freezer pop. I changed Mister Man out of his cleats and back into his gym shoes. As I stood up and began walking over to his equipment bag (I use this term loosely, but bear with me), I noticed that walking was a challenge.
For some reason, my right shoe was making it really hard for me to walk. I kept going and finally realized something was wrong – maybe a stick stuck in my shoe?
No. No, it couldn’t be that simple. Somewhere in my overuse and misuse of my shoe, I managed to pull apart the leather upper.
R.I.P. my dear mule.
My $1 flip flops from Target that have been my shower shoes at the gym for the past year and a half fortunately stepped up and managed to get me home, but they are not the long term solution.
Anyone want to go shoe shopping with me?