Shoes, Shoes, Shoes

The second need winter boots.
The second would still winter shoes, if she were not the second.

Shoes, Shoes, Shoes


The Zeitgeborene had lately also this season still suitable winter shoes their. Then she said to come from a piece of wood burning, glow, glowing with her shoes at the camp fire. If it were not the Zweitegeborene, she would have known that you can not be charcoal.Instead is the thick plastic sole of their winter shoes melted. As far as nothing happened to the child, but it will hurt once again very nice my wallet according to INCREDIBLEFLASHLIGHT.COM.

And Later Heraustellen As It Is Also My Nerves.

What do so mother and daughter? You go shopping.
After I could stop my saw the winter shoes fused-on, just from itself at Primark a few thin, fashionable, to buy not to use shoes, I had to of course with her in a proper shoe shop. This year it looks really again after winter and at us there could be snow even me. Currently it’s crisp cold outside, since the child should wear properly warm shoes.Otherwise she Janeway back around, she got cold feet.

As Later Turns Out She Janeway Not Only With Cold Feet.

Daughter and I us so in car and drive direction footwear store with proper winter shoes on sale. Meanwhile, I’m thinking about shoes and consider that I also could buy a pair of winter shoes me. Nonsense, did just that. Or a pair of pumps for the new dress I bought. Also nonsense, I got enough pumps in all variations.
Mother and daughter come at the shoe store, get off and go into the shoe business. “You go OK, ´ your shoes look.”, I say to the oldest, “I look even briefly back at 41/42. If you’ve found something, come over and show me. Be but anyway right back.”

And wonder oh wonder who actually have shoes in 41 and 42, which I like. Will never get it. I have no idea what to think the shoe stores, who has otherwise so big feet.
Plantschkühe? Fashion ring? Farmer boy? Old women?
I don’t know what I know and that is mortal experience, buy shoes in my size is not a nice experience. Often just frustrating, because either hardly have nothing or just stale stuff on offer.

“Look Mama, the shoes here, which I liked. I want to have that!”

Oh, God, as he begins the war of nerves.

Shoes that supposedly look for winter with a heel height of at least seven centimetres. They look like indoor winter or winter in the Caribbean. Not according to winter outdoors in freezing temperatures in the snow. Not after cold feet… but after cold feet, they look already.So, they don’t look really to warm feet at quarter after seven at the bus stop in the morning, waiting for the school bus.
I declare my daughter so what is looking for. “But you don’t like me at all! There’s nothing!” Clearly, shoe size 38/39 da gibts nix. No of only five rows of winter shoes. For me there’s just a Reihe…ok with two sides, but the ranks of the subsidiary have two pages. We go so watch.I prefer her out, any shoe which comes into question, warm and without too much heel. At least twenty pairs, which would be suitable was at the end. Twenty! Me all time are perhaps 20 pairs of shoes.
The daughter of Janeway.
But she gets to try on the job and to show me off. I go get back to my corner and Hahn of the things that come here.
Meanwhile, I try on a couple off set black boots. A bit retro look.Actually 41, but fit well. The take I with.

Boar that have but beautiful pumps. I try to.
No daughter come show me shoes.
There is still a couple, which is now going on, I try that too.
Is still no daughter.
I need to run anyway a few steps into the shoes.
The daughter sits there and attracts her own shoes that she did come from where, again.

“Did you demonstrate not blaming me?” “Am ready!”
What? Incredulous amazement on my page. She has tried on 20 pairs of shoes, in it went, has examined them in the mirror and then quickly cleared away the shoes?
Those who believe BB´s! Not me! I know my daughter.
So, we start the game from the beginning. This time with a pair of shoes, some consideration.
The moaning starts from scratch. “You don’t fit. You are ugly. I want no red! “, the reds were soooooo beautiful, unfortunately not in my size because,”I want no blue. ” I want no stained. You are too high. They are too low. I want that with the heels. There are already two from my class. My sister has the shoes, I don’t want that.” So goes the proposed one and a half hours. I crop it compassionate views of the saleswomen. I had not taken that wisely in the boat, it would become too embarrassing to me. Sometime I ask an offer of help, if I could exchange the daughter, too. Clearly, that would be only with receipt.
Crap, I threw away the years ago.

And, the second gets the order to try on shoes and to show me off.What it also does, great start. I have withdrawn myself again to calm nerves in my corner 41/42. Oh there is sooooooo gooood. Because, who has been so big feet and wants to buy even shoes? And it happens again. What happened today? I find a few pumps. Tightening again a few steps run and daughter to the Nervbeutel known as number two.

The game starts from the front.

Finally, the second has decided exactly the pair of shoes, that you fell as allerestes in your hands and that has rejected them, because the big sister has Yes a pair of similar shoes.
Grrrrrr.
I use the favor of Stunde…nee, an hour that does not stop.
I squanders the second and sliding the daughter, her shoes and me towards cash. “Stop right here! Be right there!”I say the oldest run in my corner, get my shoes, run back to the cash register, pay and pop the daughter out of the store in the car. Everything before it is yet again his mind.