My husband doesn’t have many flaws. He washes dishes, does laundry and even vacuums so how could I complain right? The man is nearly perfect but there is one thing that grates on my nerves—his favorite pair of flip-flops. Maybe it’s the way he walks, maybe it’s just because he’s a man, but the loud flipping and flopping sometimes make me want to just pull my hair out.
I have to say for the first 8 years we were married he never wore flip-flops. And I have to take credit for being the one who bought him his first pair. Let me clarify…I don’t wear flip-flops. They just irritate the place between my toe and I just don’t have the patience to wait till that sensitive area toughens up. I opt to wear sandals and open toe shoes that slide on and steer clear of my toes, but in the house I wear slippers or socks or heck I go barefoot.
Not so for hubby dear. He flips and flops noisily around the house. They are great for the beach or pools or boating but in the house—all the time? Who would have thought that a man who never even owned a pair before would love them so much?
I’ve contemplated hiding them. I’ve asked him why it seems so loud when he walks but he has no explanation as he flips and flops by. And then I recall an episode of “I love Lucy” where she complains about a habit that her husband has and at the end of the episode, she comes to find that habit endearing. Well, that mode of thinking just isn’t working for me yet!
So from May to the first frost I will have to endure (As Lucy says-- small price to pay for such a great guy) the endless flipping and flopping. And after that frosty night, the annoying footwear will retire to a darker section of the closet and he will again pad around in “silent socks.”