Today, I took my boy shopping for shoes. He is growing so fast and the part of him growing the fastest is his feet. Our weight loss efforts will keep his belly from expanding, but not his feet. They are nearly the same size as mine now. We can wear the same socks, and he can wear my mother's shoes (tennis shoes, people!!!). Once I bought him shoes that he grew out of in TWO WEEKS! He's hungry all the time, growing all the time. He's not even a teenager yet. My pension may be used to buy him clothes...
I also needed shoes. I've been living in sandals for a couple of months now because my brand new sneakers are in a box... somewhere. In the house. Or the garage. Somewhere. And my feet need some shoes. I did the bulk of the moving in my sandals, which offer no support whatsoever. With all the pounding up and down stairs with heavy boxes in my arms, my feet took a serious beating. I think I've pulled or torn a ligament/tendon/muscle in my left foot, leading to my little toe. It hurts.
So me and my sandaled feet took the boy and beat a path to the Rack Room, which has lots and lots of shoes and a buy one, get one half off sale. Z-boy got two pairs of shoes - one sensible and one... interesting. Two sizes bigger than the last round of shoes.
I also got two pairs. Some New Balance cross-trainers, which are the only ones I've found to be comfortable. Size 9 Wide. The boy did this to me. When I was pregnant, my feet spread out like I was going to be a mother duck. They're kind of shaped that way too, which is why finding comfortable shoes is difficult in the first place. I pick up dainty shoes and sigh longlingly, but once they get up to my size they are really no longer attractive. The proportions are all out of whack when you turn an absolutely gorgeous pair of 6's into an unwieldy 9. I did find another pair of sneakers that I liked, but they didn't have them in my size.
Bummed, but I kept looking, as I was going to take advantage of this sale by buying four pairs of shoes!!! The salesman we'd been working with on and off during this little adventure went off to see if there were possibly any in my size in a back room, but came back shaking his head. Then a lightbulb literally went off over his head. He disappeared for a minute and came back with a shoe very similar to the one I'd asked for. I tried them on and OH! Soooo comfortable. I'll take them, I chortled and asked him wherever did he find them?
Very sheepishly, he confessed that his wife's feet were much like mine. Big. Wide. Duck-shaped. She bought her shoes in the men's department. Where he got my shoes.
It's official. I have man-feet.