I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again.
I Love Crocs.
I know that they are ugly.
Yes, really, REALLY ugly…but I don’t care.
They are like heaven on my feet.
Or perhaps supportive, yet miraculously weightless clouds.
Also, they are machine washable and dishwasher safe – important features when your shoes constantly have the potential to be vomited on.
Now, normally I put them on automatically as I rush out the door with Joseph in my arms (or rather Joseph half-way down my body trying to escape!) and I don’t think another thing about them.
But, on this particular park day, I noticed these little numbers that a mom next to me was wearing.
Not the best picture, but I was trying to take it really quick without her noticing.
Taking pictures of strangers at the park tends to be frowned upon around here.
Anywhoo, this Mom had it all together- clean, cut, and colored hair, flattering, but subtle make-up, cute jeans and jacket, and then pretty much the cutest shoes ever.
Now I was left looking schlumpy again.
Will there come a day when I can pull it together like she did?
When I don’t choose my shoes based on whether or not they are slip-them-on-while-wrestling-with-a-screaming-crying-toddler-able?
Let’s hope so. And let’s hope that that day comes soon; because I am pretty sure that once we have another baby the clock will restart.
(Joseph was up at the arse-crack of dawn this morning…I took my birth control pill extra early tonight to make sure that I didn’t forget…)
I vow that someday, I will be the woman with the shoes that all of the bleary-eyed, croc-wearing mothers take pictures of.
However, knowing me, I will probably be wearing them with sweatpants.