Sponge Feet

There is nothing worse than wet shoes. I feel particularly bitter toward my wet shoes because I bought them knowing I would be moving to Seattle, under the illusion that their leather exterior would keep my feet dry in rainy weather. As it turns out, they are the least waterproof shoes I have ever owned. It takes less than a minute of walking in the rain for them to begin absorbing water and redistributing it to my socks, which of course end up being soaked for the remainder of the day. I felt very clever last week when I thought to cut a plastic grocery bag in half and wrap the halves around my socks, inside my shoes, but to my dismay this only delayed the inevitable watery penetration.

As I was trying to figure out how to end this post, S-Boogie came in the room to announce that her diaper had leaked. This has been happening lately when we forget to have her go to the potty before naptime, because Pull-Ups don't absorb as much as regular diapers do. Luckily, though, that was not the case today. Her diaper was indeed wet, but nothing had escaped. And maybe that's my answer--I need to start wearing diapers on my feet.