Leaving for work this morning I tripped over my boys’ basketball shoes. I didn’t get upset about the fact that I tell them EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. to put them away or at least to the side so I don’t kill myself and then they would have to bury me knowing that their laziness and their gym shoes killed me. I have told them the police would take their gym shoes because they would be considered a murder weapon. And they probably would never play basketball again because the guilt would eat at them . . .
YES! I go off on tangents and then spend time lecturing them!
But, today, I didn’t think about my death by size 11 basketball shoes, but instead how willing Pete and I are to spend $100 on each pair of basketball shoes for our kids because they “need” them, but yet I have needed work shoes for months but because they are not on sale, I have waited. I refuse to pay $89 for shoes that I will wear EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. to work and when I go out. I have told myself, “Spring is right around the corner and I won’t be wearing them since I will be wearing my sandals.”
As I was walking into school I got a text from Tessie, “Um, do you think we can go buy some new boots for school and church because mine don’t fit anymore. I have the Nordstrom tab open with some boots in the shopping bag.”
So although spring is right around the corner, I text back, “Sure. We can look at them tonight and decide which ones you want.”