Why is this important?
At the beginning of our relationship, Boyfriend would always make fun of me for looking at the ground when I walk. It stems from growing up in Seattle and living in apartments where you have to look out for slugs when it rains and dog poop in the communal yards. I remember being four years old and my dad accidentally stepping on a slug and squishing it in his bare feet; I vowed that would never happen to me.
The habit of looking down when I walk, especially as I got older and began to wear heels every day, is ingrained in me. It's not from lack of self confidence, or because I'm so shy I can't make eye contact with people, I just have a habit of watching where I'm walking. I've avoided many an accident by paying attention to what's on the ground, especially since having kids and toys strewn about the room are the norm.
One day, before I even got pregnant, Boyfriend and I were having dinner at one of my favorite restaurants, Bahama Breeze. They have this awesome "outdoor" bar with plank-wood floors, a fire pit in the middle and live entertainment. It's enclosed by windows on all sides so you feel like you're outside when you're really not.
I was on my way back to our table after a trip to the bathroom when suddenly, I was stuck and couldn't go any further. My right heel had gotten stuck between the floor boards! I left out a loud laugh and wrestled my shoe free. B was laughing along with me as was another table nearby.
After that incident, B never made fun of me for watching my step.