Where. Do. The. Shoes. Go? It’s one of parenthood’s greatest mysteries. I will find one shoe in the bathroom and the other on the opposite side of the house. And my kids think it’s fun to wear my “giant shoes” (thanks, kids) so mine are always missing too. We’ve learned to improvise, and by “improvise,” I mean accept that mismatching shoes are a part of life sometimes when you’re already running 20 minutes late. Ask me how I know.