There’s always food on my kitchen floor. Bread crumbs, milk, gold fish crackers, dried up pieces of cucumber, you name it. No matter how many times I sweep, vacuum, or wash that floor, five minutes later there’s food on it. Again. I feel like I sweep a hundred times a day. I almost don’t want to even clean it anymore. One of the reasons I love wearing slippers (besides having always cold feet) is that when I step on crumbs, or spills on the floor, I don’t feel it as much.
My mom comes from a large family of 12 kids. I remember her saying, “Your dad was the first boy I brought home that didn’t mind having spaghetti on his socks.” I can’t imagine what my kitchen floor would look like if I had twelve kids. It’s bad enough with two. Maybe it’s just me. Maybe I shouldn’t wear my slippers anymore, then I would have more incentive to keep the floor clean. No, my feet would be too cold.
