I've decided that I'm not going to write any new posts this week, in part because it's looking to be a super busy week, and because I just don't feel like it. I thought about talking about how it's hot outside and the lazy days of summer and blah blah blah, but I'm going to go ahead and give you all (say it with me, now: y'all) the benefit of the doubt and assume you're smart enough not to fall for all that. Because the truth is, I just don't have much interesting to say right now.
Now, before you get your panties in a bunch, let me tell you that I will be posting some older posts, perhaps ones you've missed. I'll try to put a new one on here every day, so if anything, at least the posts will be more frequent than usual.
See you in a week!
Note To Self
(originally published 09/15/2011)
I know how much you love to save money.
No, really. I do.
Sometimes, however, there have to be limits. One of those limits exists within the realm of buying shoes for your children. I know you hate overpaying for clothing, and you often feel that children's shoes are overpriced. I know that you will search many different stores trying to find a pair that will be reasonably priced, yet do not look like something you would find in Quasimodo's wardrobe.
I know that when you find that pair, you will be delighted to have found something cute and somewhat inexpensive. What you should do then, is go ahead and purchase that pair of shoes, but here's the kicker (pun intended): Buy it in the correct size.
Don't stare thoughtfully at the shoes and think to yourself, You know, I could save even more money if I bought these suckers a size bigger. And let's be honest here, your children are heavy on the Crisler genes, which means they're growing and jumping sizes faster than you can keep up. That next size is only slightly too big right now, and she'll have grown into them in a couple months.
I know that the bigger size won't bother your daughter, for whom you are buying these shoes. She'll just be delighted with the abundance of silver sequins and pink canvas. She won't care that they're just a tad too big, just enough to have some extra room out past her toes.
She won't think about the fact that along with her fast-growing Crisler genes, she has also inherited a healthy dose of your extreme- klutziness genes.
I'm trying to give you a fair warning, here, self: If you do buy those roomier shoes, expect a call the very next morning from the school nurse, reporting that your daughter was found by a teacher, huddled against a locker in the hallway, crying, face covered in blood. A mere thirty minutes after donning those sparkly bargains for the first time, the she'll-grow-into-them toes of her shoes will cause her to trip on the industrial carpet lining the hallway to her classroom, she'll fall flat onto her face, and split her lip. A kindly teacher will escort her to the nurse's office, who will clean her up and calm her down.
Then, when the nurse is walking her back to classroom, Adelaide will trip again. The nurse will discover it's because her shoes are too big. She'll have your daughter change into her PE shoes (which fit perfectly). Then she'll call you to let you know about her little incident, and to let you know that it was really all your fault for being such a cheapskate. (The nurse will never actually say that. Your conscience is more than capable of throwing that little barb.)
So please, buy footwear in the right size. Don't make your daughter pay for your mistake with her blood.
Feeling a Little Dramatic Today,
P.S. Oh, and for crying out loud, teach your daughter to tie her shoes already. You'd have a lot more shoe options if you weren't limited to velcro and straps.
Update: It only took Adelaide two months to grow into that dangerous pair of shoes- which means it's almost time to buy her some new ones. But I still haven't taught her how to tie her shoes. You'd think I'd learn.