We went to town today expecting to get school shoes and gym shoes for Ethan, go to lunch, Hobby Lobby, then home again. That is a lot to do with three kids in tow, and in good moods.
We started off at MC Sports to look for shoes. The big, muscular high school kid who has probably taken too many steroids, lumbers over and in his gruff voice asked what size we need. After what seemed like hours, he finally stumbles out with only one of the shoes we wanted because, "the other ones we don't have." Imagine all of this in a high school, too much steroid usage, muscular kid voice...
I am trying to help Ethan get his sweaty feet into these Nikes while Jadyn is trying to wrangle the wild little horsie that we will call, Addison.
Honestly, we tried for about two minutes to get these shoes on. Ethan's feet got hot, we didn't have socks, nor did steroid boy offer any, and I am flustered because the big dude is looking over my shoulder wondering aloud if, "are his feet too wide?"
You know, his questions don't sound so annoying now, but in the midst of it all, I could have smacked him.
Finally, the big brute walked away realizing he wasn't helping, and my attention turned back to my girls struggling off to the side, and Ethan's sweaty feet. After some serious tugging and pulling, the blessed Nikes fit perfectly. Here is where the tears show up...BY ALL THREE KIDS!
Ethan is wearing his shoes, but is flat out refusing to walk in them even 5 feet to see if they fit OK, and crying. Jadyn is still holding the wild horsie when Addison pulls her head back and slams it forward and hits Jadyn on the corner of her left eye, on the bone, with her forehead! Now I have all three kids crying.
Rather than fight it, I left with
no shoes, but I now had Addison with the knot on the head, Jadyn with a bruise and swelling above her left eye, and Ethan simply crying because he didn't want to walk in his new shoes.
Ever been there?