1. So my feet don’t hurt walking around on the hateful tile floor in the kitchen.
2. So I can be prepared to run out of the house at a moment’s notice to retrieve one or both of my deviant sons, who frequently leave silently, so as not to alert me of their absence.
3. So it will take longer for my feet to reach their normal, frigid, core temperature of 36o Fahrenheit.
4. So nobody can see the pink nail-polish chipping off my too long toenails.
5. So I will be discouraged from taking a nap. All that effort to get the shoes off, and then put them on again post-nap.
6. So I will be encourage to do something. Anything. Because if I don’t, I will crawl back into bed and pull the covers over my head and turn my brain off.
7. So my children can learn from my shining example, and start wearing shoes themselves. In the spring, rather that in the heat of summer, when it will likely be too late, and their little feet will have already melted, leaving stumps with randomly protruding toenails.
8. To keep my socks clean.
9. So they will be good and broken-in for my 5K on Saturday.
10. So I can dance to my children’s favorite song with them at the end of the day. No lie, they really love this song.
H. I. P. 
May 8, 2007 at 1:45 pm
I want those black boots that come up to mid-thigh.
Those are the shoes I would wear to inspire!
May 8, 2007 at 5:37 pm
My feet are always freezing too; midsummer, midwinter, doesn’t matter, they are frigid.
As for the barefoot children thing, I am setting such a bad example for my kid – I love to go barefoot whenever possible (this is one of the reasons I loved karate: no shoes allowed!) and already Eliza will sit down on the driveway, kick off her sandals and socks, and announce, “Want to go BAREfoot onna DRIVEway!”
May 8, 2007 at 9:02 pm
Is it just me or could that one ABBA guy be Derek with long hair and a false nose?
May 8, 2007 at 9:03 pm
hello,
I saw your comment on compulsive writer’s blog, was intrigued, and popped over.
You wrote this:
“It makes me feel less neurotic, to know there are people who think and feel the same things I do. Women with the same trials, beliefs, snobberies, wishes, and lonelinesses as me.”
And I just wanted to say that I feel exactly the same! People do seem to open up on their blogs and some of what you read (just like what you wrote above) can be really reassuring.
I can start to feel quite neurotic and paranoid and socially retarded at times, and I am glad that there are other women out there, (who don’t sound like total freaks) who feel the same.
May 9, 2007 at 6:14 am
Everyone loves that ABBA song. It’s just that we’re too embarrassed to admit it most of the time. (myself included)