Nothing says parenting like stepping on a lego at 2am
Was doing the midnight run to get my son some water last night and forgot about the lego minefield in the hallway. Stepped directly on a piece and had to physically stop myself from screaming and waking the whole house. I just stood there in the dark gritting my teeth, hopping on one foot like an idiot. My wife asked what happened this morning and I just said 'lego' and she understood immediately. We live that life now.
The lego minefield is real. I've learned to do the shuffle walk at night now instead of normal steps. Changed my life. Still hasn't prevented all the pain though.
Nothing like that 2am hop of pain and regret. My advice is just accept that your feet are no longer safe anywhere in your own house and move on.