New Shoelace’s for Mark
Each morning is a challenge in my life. Some day’s go smooth without a raised voice and then there are the day’s that — well shall I say are a little nut’s.
My oldest son was running around the house this morning yelling, “where are my shoes’.”
“I don’t know where, did you put them,” I yelled back spilling hot coffee down my chest.
I looked upstairs, in the garage, in his room, no shoes’.
“Just put on one of your old shoes’,” I finally say as I walk back in the kitchen.
“Mom I’m leaving,” my other son says rushing out the door, “wait”, I said as I kiss his cheek. “You brother must of left his shoes’ at the football field yesterday when he had intramural football, fifty buck’s out the window.”
I checked the car, no shoes’ anywhere. I yelled back to my oldest at the bus stop. “Check the lost and found at school,” I look down at his feet. He looks so nice except for those black, grass stained clod hopper’s he is wearing.
I hurry back inside and picked up the phone and dialed the high school.
“Penn Trafford High School Mrs. Fix speaking.”
“Mrs. Fix Jennie Nicassio, by any chance did anyone turn in my son’s shoes, he had intramural football yesterday after school and he might have left them at the field.”
“He can come in the office and check in the lost and found, she said matter of factly, “Ok–I said with a heavy sigh–.”
I get in my car and proceed to the high school. I pull in front of the field, no shoes’ anywhere. I get back home and call the high school again.
“Penn Trafford High School Mrs. Fix speaking.”
“Mrs. Fix, Jennie Nicassio calling again, can I come up in look in the lost and found.”
“Jennie we found your son’s shoes.”
“Great.”
“We just don’t know how were going to get them down.”
“Get them down, where are they?”
“Hanging up in the wire’s.”
She laughed.
She called back and said we got your son’s shoes; he just needs to get new shoelace’s because we had to cut them to get them down.
I rolled my eye’s, and took a sip from my second cup of coffee.
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