Today’s confession: Shoes worn in the house freak me out.
If you have visited an Asian’s home, you know that your shoes are taken off upon entry. Asians, (most of them) are sticklers about having shoes worn in their homes. If you ever drive through your neighborhood and see a porch with shoes lined up on a rug, you can bet your last cup of rice that they’re Asian.
|Not a bad idea!|
Am I stereotyping? Probably a little. But this is coming from an Asian who grew up taking her shoes off, as a visitor and as person living in her mom’s house. (And eating a lot of rice, ha!) It’s a hard habit to kick, but a good one to keep. I’d like to think that:
A) Taking your shoes off is a sign that you feel comfortable in someone’s home. When they ask you to remove your shoes, it is a sign that they find comfort and trust your company well enough to invite you to stay. (my attempt at interpreting a philosophical purpose in the matter)
B) You don’t want outside business on your floors. Isn’t this just common sense?
Imagine you are at a public restroom. Then later on you come home and are traipsing all over your house. Enough said, book closed. Forget about it. Take your shoes off, and throw them away. (No – just kidding, that’s wasting money and we are a bit frugal here.)
I can’t help but cringe when I see shoes on someone’s feet, inside the house. Big D says that once our youngest is finally off the floor and able to walk, we will wear shoes in the house. Uummmmmmmm……….it’s debatable.
Wearing socks around the house is my thing. Don’t really like to be barefoot, and I am weird about house slippers. I like my socks clean, and often times will change my socks a couple of times a day.
OCD much? No, I can still function normally throughout my day. I may twitch here and there, but we have come a long way.
This brings me to this wonderful product that I purchased a couple of weeks ago at Lowe’s.
I had to call a plumber last week. Ugh. When I think of a plumber, I imagine them literally walking into poopy situations. Those boots go into a person’s home, ie mine. They don’t work in their bare feet people! Those boots cross back and forth all over my floors.
EEEEEK! If you aren’t “skin-crawling hair-raising” freaked out yet, then maybe the next few details will do it.
The plumber in those boots made a HUGE mess of my bathroom. I am surprised that there was nothing on the curtains or ceiling. Seriously. So he’s working in the playroom bathroom, toting in his equipment. The biggest and strangest being this short wide cylindrical thing on wheels. An auger? I don’t know, that’s why I’m not a plumber. From what I gather, the hose/line within is inserted into the pipe and sent through the system to the site of the clog. From there, I imagine little trolls popping out of the end with little hammers and scrub brushes to clean out whatever is clogging up the water works.
I will spare you the rest of the dirty poopy details. (FYI: the toilet was not fixed at this time) It was the dirtiest mess I have ever seen (and cleaned).
I did what I could to clean up the bathroom, which was just shy of sterilization. I knew that if I didn’t get my carpet cleaned, I wouldn’t be able to sleep so I rented a machine and took care of it. My carpet was drying when I went to bed, and I was appeased for the night.
Next morning, I had an appointment for these people to come back out and actually fix the problem. “Oh hell no, they are not walking on my freshly cleaned carpet!!!”
That was when I decided to take preventative measures to keep the gross factor at a minimum. I went to Lowe’s and bought a professional grade drop-cloth. Only it was more like the texture of those huge bed pads they use in the hospitals, when your water breaks…yeah? No…? Alright.
|That’s a whole lot of amniotic fluid coverage!|
I bought two of those bad boys
in case a passerby goes into labor and needs a place to push to prevent another carpet-cleaning episode. It was me, a roll of Duct tape, and this drop cloth. I went to town taping it onto the carpet, onto my laminate floor in the hallway and right on up to my front door.
Halfway through, the plumber knocked on the back door. (‘Cause apparently that’s how it’s done in the South.) What the-?! I opened it and told him he could use the front since I taped everything down. He laughed. I gave him my best “This Asian is serious” look.
|This was their blue carpet runway. Told them to mind their boundaries.|
They handled their business, ensuring to place equipment on the papery drop cloth. I kept peeking and thinking for sure that I was going to find a tear in the drop cloth. I was mentally preparing myself, thinking “Oh well we will just buy new carpet…” when they mentioned they were done.
First chance I got, I went in there and pulled up the drop cloth, carefully so as to not spill a drop should there be one. I was nervous about feeling the carpet, but I went in like a big girl. Surprise! No wetness! No leaks! No tears! This stuff was awesome!
|Not sure that I’d want to reuse, in this case.|
It really holds up to it’s name, especially when they were putting my heavy toilet down on it, and dragging their pipe-trolling machine in and out.
Bottom line: (besides “never wear shoes in an Asian’s home”) This drop cloth works. Even with heavy machinery being dragged across it, the material held up. It’s water-proof too. Much lighter in weight, compared to a more traditional drop cloth. Comes in a few different sizes. Mine looked more like a runner, but I cut it to fit my needs. And I paid around $15! Score!
*This is not an affiliated or sponsored post. Just my opinions in a funny format.