I could type for hours, listing all the things in this house that are dropped on the floor and left there for someone else (read: Mom) to either pick up or trip over and break their neck. The sad thing is that I don't even care so much about someone tripping and breaking their neck. I'm just sick of looking at it all. Especially the socks. Why on earth must they take off their socks and leave them in the hallway, or bathroom, or entry way, or under the kitchen table?!
This afternoon after arriving home from school, Megan took her shoes off and left them in the hallway entrance.
Several minutes later, I heard someone stumble, then fall, then cry.
I continued on with what I was doing, waiting to hear if the injury was bad enough to come tell me about it.
Apparently it was.
Megan (kinda' crying, a little): Mom, I tripped over my shoes and fell down.
Me: You did?
Megan: Uh huh.
Me: Are you okay?
Megan: I guess so.
Me: So did you learn anything from this experience?
Megan: You mean like don't walk in the hallway?
Me: Or like don't leave your shoes in the middle of the hallway for someone to trip over?!
Me: Of course not.