The way it works around our house is...I keep it clean and Alex well he does his best not to fuck it up too badly. I enjoy nothing more than returning home from business trips on Thursdays for that is the day the housekeeper visits and I know all will be well in my world if my bathrooms and wood floors are clean. In more recent month Alex has taken to leaving his shoes between the kitchen and family room, the very same path that I expertly navigate in the dark when I feed the dogs at 5am. A few times I tripped on them and then once I sailed over them and hit the wall with the entire left side of my body, it should be noted this did not even rouse the slumbering prince Alex. He's a sound sleeper wouldn't you say. So we negotiated an agreement where he can leave his shoes out during the evening but has to put them away before calling it a night.