QotD: Honey! I'm Home!
What's the first thing you do when you get home from work?
The first thing I do when I get home from work, if I will be staying home for more than fifteen minutes, is to kick off my shoes. Yes, it would be better for me to put those shoes away, or perhaps to consider keeping shoes on while I go about the home business of each day...but I just want them off. Kicking them is an exclamation--sometimes in joy, sometimes frustration. It's instantly bringing my feet to my personal Best Practices, setting aside societal expectations for foot containment devices. And no, I don't wear uncomfortable shoes--not by any stretch of the imagination. I wear boring ugly comfortable shoes. Sometimes I even wear socks, though, in best practice of KT land, socks would be completely unnecessary unless it was cold out. And hey, if it were truly KT Paradise Land, it wouldn't get that cold. Definitely not inside.
Even if I wore slippers to work, I think I would STILL kick them off when I got home. When it is time to tidy the house, either for company or for the maids to bee able to clean or because I'm making a half-hearted effort at being a better role model to the kids, I am a bit appalled at myself for the shoes flung off in the kitchen or the study. Maybe that's why I don't have fifteen pairs of shoes--that would be more than an armful to take back to the bedroom. Sneakers and a pair of black slip ons are the most common offenders. Hmm, it would be lovely if shoes could fetch themselves back to their homes. Definitely save me some time on those mornings when I can't remember where the shoes are. (Better shoes than wallet. Or keys. Or phone. Or all five pairs of sunglasses.) Some things stay in their homes better than others. Could I get an assistance animal to keep track of all my crap? Oh--a personal assistant might be cheaper and less paperwork? Or I could just train myself to put things away or find a new easier place to store them? That's crazy talk. Really--I've considered putting a shoe mat inside the garage, right near the door to the kitchen. I could make room. But there there would be roaches scampering in my shoes. If I'm too lazy to put shoes away, it probably goes without saying that I am too lazy to empty out said shoes. THAT would involve leaning over and picking something up!! Can't have that. Maybe pegs for my shoes, like some sort of Dutch clog thing? (They DO do that, right?)
So yes. I come home. I take off my shoes. Then I deal with all of the STUFF to be carried, the computer to hook back up. The dinner to consider and the errands I forgot to run. Usually I am the first one home, so it's not so much with the "Hi, Honey!" Unless he left a message on the machine...and I remember to glance down and see if the light is blinking.
