That moment you raise up from turning off the Christmas tree lights, turn around, trip over a shoe, fall into the tv, while your toe is throbbing because you smacked the coffee table when ya fell into the tv. To stand up proud like nothing happen while making sure you didn't just elbow the flat screen. Then walk off limping like a champ.
Eventually my loving boyfriend will build a huge shoe rack for his daughter. Before this MOMMAS toe doesn't exist.
My daughter has an abundance amount of shoes. Why an obsession over shoes I will never know because mine is purses.
May no one else have to trip over shoes.
Goodnight, mom with a throbbing toe.
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