in my shoes

Take kids to school. Dash to Checkers for some necessary groceries. Deliberate through aisles, make snap decisions, ring through checkout, reach into bag ... no wallet.

Abandon purchases. Drive home cursing. Find wallet. Rue the time lost and the lack of milk for that desperately needed second cup of tea.

Turn on computer. No internet. Inquiry reveals Telkom has suspended account due to missed payment. More cursing.

Embark on 45 minute forensic investigation of the last 6 months bills and payments with morose internet-less husband.

Did I mention husband is home with manflu?

Weep.

Do mountains of laundry.

Dash to pharmacy. Inadvertently bust virile looking young man buying Impotex. Am reminded that some have it worse off than me.

Realise not enough time remains to buy necessary groceries so proceed to collect small girl from school first.

Return to Checkers. Put child in trolley. Push trolley over unforeseen bump, child flies forward and splits lip on trolley. Screaming.

Cursing.

Child calms but refuses to be cleaned up. Proceed through shop with blood-smeared sobbing child.

Collect big girl. Return home.

To find this waiting.

And so, between that frustrating morning, and before an afternoon walk which continued in the same vein. A walk which included being rained on and dog getting small branch wedged in her throat (more cursing, sotto vocce this time).

Before that walk there was this ...

And inside, this ...

Thank you Converse for never failing to make me happy. Thank you Marimekko for collaborating with happy-making Converse. Thank you Heather for cluing me onto these in the first place. And thank you Citymob for a speedy and excellently-timed delivery.

Life can kick me in the head with these anytime.