Sometimes we remember that we are AGING

I remembered

last night.

I did something horrible to my back.

As in, 

couldn't move

couldn't pick up the baby

couldn't carry the baby

couldn't sleep

couldn't bend over to put on pants.

Yep.

Aging.

I think it's a combination of a lot of things in my life.

For example, we new moms tend to act like pack horses.

Car seat

diaper bag

shopping bags

sonic cup (is that only me?)

And heaven forbid I have to take more than one trip from the car to the house.

(Bless apartment living)

Someday I will have a garage.

My pack-horseness might be coupled with my poor anatomy.

I was given the Johnson/Boothe ankles and feet.

Flat as boards and the ankles are caving in.

Basically, I was given a 100% chance to have HORRIBLE feet.

Thanks guys.

As a teenager, I was told by a podiatrist that I'd be in a wheelchair by age 30 if I didn't stop wearing "stupid shoes".

I just wasn't cut out for the trendy little flats.

Blast.

Did I listen to that lovely podiatrist?

Not so much.

Guess who's getting close to 30?

That would be me.

I'm beginning to hear the gentle squeaking of my wheelchair...

Yesterday I wore my Sperry's all day as I traipsed all over 

campus,

the store,

the house,

and the neighborhood.

Then, from the car to the house, I thought I should carry in the 

carseat,

diaper bag,

sonic cup

baby backpack

Johnny Jumper

laundry detergent

and husband's dinner 

at the same time.

I nearly collapsed halfway to the door.

(I'm actually not kidding.  I kind of thought I was going to die)

The flat-footed pack horse had reached her limit.

This morning I was in so much pain that I begged the Mister to take a half day off of work to care for the baby while I spent the day in awkward yoga poses trying to alleviate the pain.

He is a gem and said ok and then made me promise that I will ALWAYS take more than one trip to and from the car and then I forced myself to do something horribly emotional...

I had a shoe purge.

I know that if those tempting little nuggets are in my closet, I just won't be able to resist wearing them.

My good friend was the recipient of the shoe purge.

Lucky her.

New TOMS, boots, heels.

Ugh.

And then we went to Dillards to buy some BORNS.

Read: shoes for people like me 

(except "people like me" are usually recipients of the senior citizen discount)

Luckily, the Born brand has recently decided to make things that aren't completely hideous.

So, that's positive.

Nonetheless, I felt like crying in the shoe department.

That Mister is so patient and reminds me that it's more important to be able to walk than to wear sparkly heels.

I'm having my doubts.

Anyway, since I have to do it or you all will be pushing me around Disneyland in my wheelchair, I will be drooling over the following pairs of "good-for-me" shoes until I can afford them.

These, these, and these

and maybe these

But I did manage to buy these and a pair of metallics that I can't find online anywhere.

So, anyway, when you feel a little crick in your neck

and you find yourself craving peanut brittle 

and wishing for a 7:45 bed time...

You are not alone.