Lynda Loveland: Hot poker, meet eye

Becoming a parent is one of the most amazing opportunities and responsibilities of all time.

I can’t even begin to describe how much I love my kids. But there are times when I would rather do ANYTHING else than be with them!

I am willing to drive behind the slowest drivers in the world my entire life, have every pet in Wake County poop in my yard and never ever find pants long enough, in exchange for not taking my daughters shoe shopping!

My youngest is a girlie girl so all she wants are “high heels” when she NEEDS everyday shoes and athletic shoes. My oldest, the tomboy, only wants more athletic shoes when SHE needs dressy shoes.

We make it to the kid aisle and Carys eyes a pair of black “high heels." In the blink of an eye they’re on and she’s pirouetting through the store.

In a shocking move, Campbell picks up the same shoe in a bigger size and tries them on. I thought there is no way the stars have aligned for this to happen. As Cam takes her first steps in “heels” her ankles go sideways. She looked like a drunk at a sobriety checkpoint.

After 13 noes, she finally settled on a pair of black flats with metal studs but only after dramatically falling to the floor and saying she couldn’t wear them unless I bought some sort of heel cushion for them. I wrestle four other pairs of “heels” from Carys and convince her some other black flats were very stylish and I just saw something similar in a magazine.

We didn’t get all the shoes we needed, but we got most of them. I just could not make it to another store. Three was my limit. Stick a fork in me, I’m done!