Now I said it with my mom voice. You know the mom voice? Even if the kids grow up and move out the voice still finds its way around.
“No shoes in the house!” I says. Best mom voice.
No…(pause)…shoes in the…(pause)…house pleease!
Now I am married to an independent man but one that likes (wisely) to keep mama happy. He comes in from work- tired and hungry- and takes off his shoes first thing. He stashes them below the sofa so the puppy doesn’t play with them. He puts on his bedroom slippers.
And then! Later he walks out the back door in his slippers, through the chicken yard, into the chicken coop, gathers eggs, and comes back in tracking chicken straw, mud, and myriads of stickers, his big, doofy pup following with large paw prints ‘cross the cleanish kitchen floor.
Well, they ain’t shoes, I guess.
Now Folks, the idea of the perfectly clean house is a fallacy designed by gents in suits selling the finest cleaners and somehow it stuck. Only the very bored and those that have lost a hobby or two have a perfectly clean house, in my mind.
There is clutter, and dishes, and overnight guests, and animals galore, and laughter, and spilt wine, and a dog on the sofa. The dust falls like fairy dust and the home is cozy and fine as it should be.
So, y’all, I look at them two traipsing across the kitchen floor that was clean for five minutes. Pa hands over the eggs and the hundred pound puppy drools on the floor, both waiting for mama to smile.
And my heart swells, and I do, because that’s what brooms are for, and puppies, and husbands, and kids, and guests were always more important than footprints ‘cross the floor.
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Wait. MY big doofy pup? I think your name’s on that title!
I do love that dog. and you!
Hey, you’ve got the makings of a poem in those last few lines! (And, wow, that’s one BIG puppy!)
LOL….Pretty soon you won’t be able to see Doug behind that little white puppy.