It was well over a month before my feet wouldn't ache and throb the second they hit the floor in the morning. Some mornings doing school with Lanie, feet in wool socks propped upon the table leg rest so they don't absorb the cold from a tile floor.
Yesterday, we three prepared to head out to a play date at a friend's house. I found myself secretly hoping they had carpet, so I could sink my feet into plush and padding.
"Mommy," Erin said. "I hope they have carpet."
I laughed at my mini-me.
Their home was wood floors and tile too. Luckily, I had wool socks on.
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