I think I must be speaking a different language than my kids, because they don't seem to understand me.
Because of my back issues, I have weakness in one leg and foot and I don't have normal sensation in some of my toes. This makes navigating around things left on the floor difficult and sometimes hazardous.
I trip over stuff regularly. I don't feel where my foot is, you see, and I think that I'm clearing the object when I'm not. Tripping over things makes my back hurt, and causes injury to my toes that I can't feel properly.
So, I ask my kids to try and keep their stuff up off the floor. I have a basket in the hallway for shoes and pegs right above for coats and bags. The kids all have toy boxes in their rooms, and there are laundry baskets for dirty clothes in each bedroom and each bathroom as well. I try to facilitate their keeping stuff picked up by giving them places to put things instead of leaving them strewn on the floor.
I've asked them 4 times today to pick up their shoes, and I've asked my daughter 3 times to pick up a pair of roller blades. Have they done it yet? Hell no. The shoes are where they kicked them off at, and the blades are still sitting next to the closet.
I haven't picked them up by myself yet because I've been trying to enforce my 'we all have to help out around the house' rule. I do a lot of stuff for them, but they are all old enough now to be picking up their own stuff and helping out with the dishes after dinner.
I'm going to give it one last shot when they come in this evening. If they don't do what I'm asking them to do this evening, I'm going to start taking things away. Shea's rollerbaldes are getting confiscated - hey, if she doesn't care enough about them to pick them up, then she won't miss them when I take them away. The boys shoes are going to go under MY bed - perhaps when they can't find them to go outside to play tomorrow they'll realize they should have picked them up.
They're heading for a crash-course in Mom-speak, and they're not going to like it.