My life has flashed in front of my eyes on three separate occasions this week on account of slipping on something that was spilled on the floor and ignored.
And it’s only Tuesday.
What exactly do people think will happen if Mom dies after sliding across the kitchen floor in applesauce and smashing head first into the oven? Who will wash their underwear and towels and make sure that the 9yr old is nagged to feed and water the animals and make sure nothing funky starts growing in the toilet bowl? I’m afraid to walk across my own house now, for fear that the next puddle of cat urine, chocolate almond milk, apple juice or GAWD forbid a matchbox car, will take me out.
Be Safe, Moms…