Earlier this year I posted about Winning At School Shoe Shopping and was quite smug about the whole thing.
Yep – well strike that smugness based on the last week.
First, the boy managed to lose his boot bag containing a pair of rugby boots and 2 mouth guards, leaving them at the school playing fields after rugby training. We tried both visits and calls afterwards and they couldn’t be found – so with an impending match on Friday, we did a post school dash to buy boots and a new mouthguard last Thursday night. Law of sod – the original boot bag turned up on Friday!
On to Friday. He got changed into his kit at school to head off to an away game (which they won!) but when he came home it was apparent he’d lost his school shoes and coat. He ‘thought’ they were at school – but couldn’t be sure – so the weekend saw a trip to the local shoe shop to buy another pair (he already had a spare coat from a previous incident) – on the basis that a spare pair may well prove useful in the future even if the original ones turned up (which obviously they did on Monday morning).
This evening I get a phone call from eldest daughter to say that she’s lost one of her shoes on to the TRAIN TRACK at the station. Needless to say I was less than impressed (although apparently she wasn’t messing about, it just fell off her foot when she tripped up and it ended up going over the edge all by itself ……..) So the husband did a mercy dash with her to the shoe shop again (thank goodness they’ve had 10% off for Black Friday deals all weekend, so it’s marginally less painful).
This isn’t a photograph of her school shoe – but I’m thinking maybe she should be threatened with this option if she loses another one……….
I need to record things like this that make me *quite cross* so that I can reminisce about them fondly in the future. Just not quite yet!
‘Shopping for School Shoes’ is a topic to instil fear into most parents – and with the 4th child starting school in September this meant buying new shoes for all 4. School shoe shopping expeditions in the past have resulted in tears from children, me and, I suspect, the shop assistants – so I decided to divide and conquer, and take the children in pairs to reduce the stress (or prolong the agony – depending how optimistic we were feeling!!)
I’d taken the eldest 2 shoe shopping in Worcester – as a practice run on the train for their new schools in September (this also provided a new haunt for Pokémon go hunting – which is a good motivational tool this summer!) After texting a friend who is proficient in shopping in Worcester (amongst other places!) we found the shoe shop she recommended and with frightening efficiency (and a bit of Googling of uniform requirements) pairs were bought for the 13 and 11 year olds with absolutely no tears or shouting #miracle.
I was concerned that this had lulled me in to a false sense of security, and hence buying shoes for the younger 2 was going to be horrific, so we headed off to our school shoe shopping regular haunt of Humphries in the Kingfisher Centre in Redditch. Youngest child chose some with absolutely no stress at all (helped by the fact that the shop assistant had the same name as her) so the only one left was the 6 year old – who does have a reputation for being ‘feisty’….. This had all of the hallmarks of being the nightmare.
The lovely assistant brought out 3 pairs in her size – and there was one Startrite pair I particularly liked, so I used all of my ‘mother of 4 kids’ wiles and went for the whole reverse psychology technique. I told her the ones I liked were far too grown up, and her big sister hadn’t had a pair like that until she was at least 9 years old, so at 6, she had to chose one of the other 2 pairs. Of course, that meant the Startrite ones I liked were clearly the most desirable shoes ever. After some umming and ahhing I ‘gave in’ and let her have the ‘grown up’ ones!!
Winning at school shoe shopping is winning at parenting. #boom!