Whenever I used to hear the word ‘shoes,’ I used to think about heels. Flats. Wedges. Carrie Bradshaw. The little rush of excitement you get from a new pair of wheels.
That was until I had kids.
My God, how times have changed. Now when I hear the word ‘shoes,’ I feel my blood pressure rising because, as all parents know, shoes have become possibly the most infuriating part of kid-wrangling ever. I would hazard a guess that I have said “put on your shoes!” to my kids, hmmm, about 748,999 times over the past eight years. Even when we are on time, which is rare, you can bet your arse that the putting on of the shoes will make us late to our destination 99.5% of the time.
When they were younger, I tried to encourage a bit of independence in them in whatever way I could, so getting them to put their own shoes on, no matter how annoying, was something I always tried to implement. It was only when we were out of the house and in public that I realised that they had either severely broken both feet, or their shoes were on the wrong tootsies.
When kids are really little, the concept of ‘left’ and ‘right’ is a relatively foreign one. You’d think that the discomfort alone would set off alarm bells in their little heads, but in the world of someone who shits in their pants and is happy to sit in it until your nostrils pick up the God-awful scent, it’s no biggie.
When I stumbled across this hack, I was so excited to share it with any parent who would listen to my overly-enthusiastic rave, but also totally bummed out that I didn’t know about it when my kids were of left-and-right-challenged age. Spewing.
Enjoy the brilliance…