I never wear shoes in the house. Living in a Victorian-constant-renovation-in-progress-house we got in the habit, so we didn't track in lead dust from outside. You know, so the kids could actually keep the brain cells they were born with.
Anyway, I've been noticing for the last few months that if feels like I'm stepping on dribbles of water on my rugs. Like droplets. As the tirade against my children is forming in my head, I feel for the wet spot with my hand. But there is nothing there. So I've started questioning whether I might be developing a neurological disorder.
It happened again this morning as I was walking down the hall to the front door. I stopped, felt the dry rug, and then made a note to myself to scold the child that left their jacket on the floor. After I collected the mail and was walking back down the hall, I saw a torn paper towel lying right next to the jacket. NOT there a minute ago.
And then it dawned on me. I may not have a neurological disorder after all.