Shoes: The Assassins

Yes, I know I never finished Spring Break Blogging, I know...

And maybe I'll get back to it, but until then enjoy:

What is the deal with shoes?

I spend day after day after day picking up someone else's shoes:

This is just last weekend: 

This is our porch. I get sick of picking them up so I throw them outside:

One side of the steps in the garage:

The other side. Just in case I don't trip on the one side, I can trip on the other:

I put a basket out so I wouldn't pitch over anymore and kill myself:

Only Alivia was appreciative and excited about it.

 "A basket for shoes? Oh, thanks Mommy! You're the best!"

Her enthusiasm was short lived though: 

Yes, that is under a table:

Oh! There's that other shoe:

The biggest clipper is my busy husband.

He just doesn't have time to think about where shoes should actually go. 

He just drops them where he is at the moment:

It's like a minefield everyday making the bed and using the bathroom:

This does not include all the shoes that are laying around in closets or in the kids rooms, so you can imagine how I feel like shoes are walking all over me:

 I'm thinking we should all just start going barefoot, 

let a third world country have all our shoes,

but then we'd have to clean up all the other junk on the floor:

Answers:

One pair of shoes each? No matter what occasion? 

Umm, I don't think that would go over well with the troops:

Make the family pick up their own shoes?

Sure!

It will probably take me breaking my arm first though:

I'm willing to sacrifice: 

If it gets me out of picking up shoes for a while: