The day has come.
My poor feet finally gave out on me. My days of running around town in my cute, flat strappy sandals and coming home and not feeling it are over. Much to my avail, I have been "prescribed" house shoes & a strict nightly regimen by my cute future podiatrist husband. Thankfully, this pain isn't everyday, but teaching 12 hours on my feet means I come home to IB Profin & icing my feet. Oh, and wearing Crocs- which I SWORE I would never wear. Don't worry, these will never leave the house.....unless I am gardening.