Shoes. They are my nemesis.
I come up with a plan. A method of containment.
I preach. I beg. I threaten.
And yet nothing and I repeat nothing can hold them in their place.
Instead...haste, laziness, forgetfulness and a two-year old who is infatuated with them (and prefers to wear a different one on each foot) keep them from their snug little homes. They are instead littered throughout (and outside) the house.
One day. One day, only Jamey and my shoes will be sitting (hopefully) in their assigned places by the door and I will miss tripping over and grumbling about the little shoes strewn everywhere.
No, I won't.
Oh, fine. Yes, I will.
(Please understand. I am ever so thankful to have more than enough- mostly hand-me-down- shoes to put on the feet of my family, no matter where they may end up.)
Anyone willing to share their shoe battle plans?