If you’ve read the blog for awhile, you may remember that one thing my husband is notorious for is his aversion to feet. I should amend that and say, he has a strong aversion to my feet. In particular, he has an aversion to giving foot rubs that started almost immediately after we were married. You could say that things didn’t get off on the right foot in that department.
Once in a rare while, he will surprise me with an offer to rub my feet. Usually, it’s after a particularly long day when he probably secretly fears for his own health and well being if he makes a wrong turn. It happens so rarely that I usually expect the apocalypse to happen when he does, but I figure if it’s the end, at least I’ll go out with happy feet.
You might be suspicious that I’m being too hard on him about this odd foot aversion, but I assure you that I am not. We had a perfect illustration of that fact here just this week. It’s been a tough week for me. I won’t bore you with the details, but I’ve found myself really tired lately. As I sat in my chair, trying to get some things done, he offered to rub my feet, and there’s no way I’d ever be foolish enough to turn that offer down.
So, he sat down and rubbed my feet for about two glorious minutes before his attention deficit kicked in and he started looking at Bunny and Flattery’s feet. The next thing I knew, my feet were forgotten as he pulled out all the stops for the girls. He trimmed their nails and filed them so there were no rough edges. He also massaged a little bag balm onto their pads. Each one of them has four feet to my two and each of their feet got twice the time and attention that mine did. The girls both seemed to be quite blissful after their foot massages, and I can only imagine how nice it must be to have that much attention.
I guess even though things didn’t end on the right foot for me, at least the girls enjoyed some attention. I suppose it would be wrong of me to mention all the things they walk through barefoot out in the yard, while I have shoes on when I’m outside. No sense in spoiling it for them, too. At least somebody has happy feet around here.