you know you're a mom when....

I have a meeting today at 10:30. Running late, no real surprise there, but now I am running reeeeally late. Gotta go guys! Love you, see you soon.

Run to my car. Hop in. I'm off.

Smooth drive, no real traffic. Nice.

Pulling into the Qwest Field north lot. Parking my car. Grab my purse, water, open the door, swing my feet out.....wait. No. Those are bare. I have nothing on my feet. Nothing. Not even a sock. How did this happen? Begin to search the car for anything resembling a shoe. Nope. Is there anything I can use to fashion some sort of shoe-like creation. Nada. Okay......think.

(Let it be said my office is located between Qwest Field and Pioneer Square. Do you know what's in Pioneer Square? I'll give you a hint, not a shoe store. Art galleries, rug shops, food, none of which help me right now. Hmmm, I wonder if the team store has football cleats?)

I remember there is a store called Fireworks that has fun funky gifts. Surely they will have some flip flops or something.

I have exactly 13 minutes to be at my meeting. Off I go, RUNNING barefoot through the streets of Seattle, eight blocks later arriving at the shop. I enter, refusing to make eye contact with the guy behind the counter, who I know is looking at my feet. After a quick scan of the store all I can come up with are toddler rain boots. Not helping. The nice young man with dreads longer than my hair then asks "can I help you?" Sigh. Yes, do you have anything that resembles a shoe? Flip flop? Rain boot? Clogs? Kleenex boxes? I don't care at this point I will take anything. "Hmmm, we used to have some flip flops...." as he proceeds to take me over and show me the empty table where they used to be. Cruel. "I'll check in back for you." Greeeeat.

A few minutes later he emerges with these: (they are a size 4/5, I am a size 9...you do the math)

I will take them. Thank you. I now own a pair of $13 bedazzled flip flops - four sizes too small.