In our house, we have what we call the "two shoe rule." That is, we (my husband and I) are each allowed two pairs of shoes on the downstairs shoe rack. The rack, which currently lives in our as-yet-unfinished mudroom, looks like this:
And, as you may have guessed, not a single pair of shoes in that photo belongs to my husband. Further, I count a total of seven pairs of running shoes. Seven! Plus one single.
I'm really not certain how this state came to be. 80% of my mileage can be attributed to only two of those pairs of shoes, and another two pairs I certainly haven't worn for at least six months.
But has anyone called me out on breaking the two shoe rule? Not once. Not even a peep.
In addition, he made creative use of the situation ...
with a X-Talon door stop through the construction zone (accounting for the single on the shoe rack).
There's a whole lot to be said for flexibility in a partner.
So, ... yeah. Sorry, sweetie.