You know you need to sweep your floors when you are constantly wiping the bottom of your bare feet on your legs to dislodge whatever is glommed on to the bottom of your feet. This morning the closer I got to the kitchen the more frequently I had to stop to wipe my feet. My method of wiping my feet is just to run the bottom of my foot across my shin - it gets the annoying bit of whatever off my foot and keeps my hands clean. Since I'm in the kitchen when this happens I must wash my hands if I touch anything dirty - like the bottom of my feet. It would really gross me out to touch my feet then go and touch clean counter tops with feet contaminated hands. It's too much to stomach.
Whatever I stepped on this morning was particularly sticky - I wiped my right heel on my left shin. Then continued doing what I was doing. After a few more steps I realized that I had either stepped on something again or failed to dislodge the foreign object the first time. If I wasn't busy corralling children and trying to maintain peace - or something resembling peace - I would have pulled out the broom and swept the kitchen. But no, there were kids to feed so the floors would remain dirty.
I was in the dining room when I felt a tickle on my left shin. I bent over to look at why on earth my leg tickled. Then I propped my leg up on a chair to get a closer look because I saw dark red drops on my leg.
What the heck! Blood!
Back to the kitchen to wet a paper towel to clean my leg. Sure enough - I cut my leg several times. I immediately checked my right heel to make sure there wasn't a hunk of glass embedded in a big callous - all clear. So now I had to find a piece of glass in the kitchen. I ordered Gavin to the carpet in the living room and started to sweep the kitchen. I saw a few sparkly bits and when I inspected the pile of pet fur, dirt tracked in from outside and crushed cheerio bits I saw big piece of glass.
Since it was lying flat on the floor when I stepped on it with a hard part of my foot - thank God! That would have hurt if I managed to stab an non-calloused part. It sat there on my heel, nice and secure, for me to slice my leg a few times. The glass must have been super sharp for me to not notice the repetitive cutting across my shin.
Hmm... I think I should go put some antibacterial ointment on it. Kitchen floor, glass, feet... sounds pretty germy.
2 comments:
Where did the pin come from?
I know how you feel regarding the kitchen floors, I sweep it several times a day and even mop it. Now my Mom does it for me. But at the end of the day, after four sweeps and one mop job, mommy couldn't tell there was any cleaning done during the day.
Somedays we even had poopy stretched on the floor from our crawler who decided it would be fun to smear diaper goodies all over. All this while Mommy cooking.
Days of our Mommy Lives!
Crina
It wasn't a pin - it was a shard of broken glass. Ryan said he found broken glass on the counter the other day - some of it must have made its way onto the floor. It should all be gone now since I swept and vacuumed the entire area.
We haven't had the poopy diaper dragged across the floor - yet.
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