Do you want me to Aquaphor your shoe?

Yes, I did type Aquaphor... as I turned the corner to head upstairs to lug more children stuff upstairs, I saw my summer sandel on the step upside down and shiny. I thought to myself, what did I step in to get such a shiny shoe? I figured it was me, until I picked the shoe up to realize that Aquaphor was rubbed everywhere on the sole of my sandel. Seriously, I paid way too much for the sandels to start with and now it was covered in a greesy, thick, heavy, non-washable substance. How am I suppose to look great when I have all these fashion hurdles to overcome just to get out the door? I giggled because I shared the shoe story with my younger no-kid sister, and she said, "You just need to go through your house and get rid of things and put things away. Then grab all those type items and lock them up." You know, I might have said that too back when I had no children but now, I can't. Honestly, I feel like a cleaning machine more often than I feel like a mother or wife. I am picking up constantly and I do not type that loosely. I wish someone else that lived in my home was a anal cleaning machine but nope I was not that lucky. I got messy bessy birds in my home. So now what you might ask? Here is the deal, I rubbed off the Aquaphor, put the Aquaphor away after looking for the tube for twenty minutes to find it hidden upstairs under a chair, and wore the shoes shopping today with no accidental slides whatsoever. You guessed it, this is part of my life.