My mom has always told me that I need to learn how to respond instead of react.
Here is what I did instead:
1. Screamed "No!" as though my child had run into traffic.
2. Cradled (again, as though they were children) as many shoes as I could, ran into the bathroom, where Nathaniel was taking a shower, yelled "watch out!" , proceeded to open the shower door, and dump coffee shoes into the tub with Nathaniel. Nathaniel stands, stunned.
3. Sat on bathroom floor, took a damp cloth to each shoe, apologizing to them by name: "Sorry, Sanuks. Sorry, Coach boots. Sorry, AE leather sandals, etc"
4. Air dried some of the ones who got it worst on the back deck.
As I sit cross legged on my bathroom floor, glaring at the cup which spilled its contents onto all of my footwear, I think, God is teaching me a lesson in vanity. I really shouldn't care so much about items that I wear on my FEET.
And what better way to get my attention, than by using coffee against me? ...I mean my shoes?
The Lord truly does discipline those He loves.