I'm guilty and I admit it!

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So, have you ever broken your own house rules or at least bent them for your own convenience? Have you ever told your family not to do something and then turned around and did the same thing yourself? Here's my story of the last time I broke the house rules and why it was totally worth it. One of my biggest pet peeves are dirty footprints across my nice clean floor. Anyone who has read any of my other posts know how big of a deal this is for me. It drives me nuts! And, my entire family knows better than to track their dirty feet over my wet kitchen floor. Why? Because it makes little foot print mud pies everywhere. And, that means another half hour of wiping and cleaning for me. And, you'd think that of all people, I'd know better than to do the one thing that bothers me the most. But, the other day just after finishing an hours worth of heavy duty mopping in my kitchen, a thought came to me. It was one of those great, once in a lifetime ideas for a discussion that I wanted to start on My lot. And, the sad part was, I needed a pen to write this idea on paper. And wouldn't you know it, the only pens we have are stashed safely up in the kitchen cabinet. You guessed it, high above the wet, freshly cleaned kitchen floor. So, against my better judgement, I broke my own house rules and tracked dirty footprints across my clean, wet floor. Ultimately, it was worth it. Later when I finally got to the computer, my notes served me well. Turned out to be one of the best discussions I've ever started. So, what's your story of breaking the house rules? What were the consequences?