In the spirit of the OP, my wife decided just this past weekend, after we've lived in our home for nearly one year and I've been using the mud room for this reason, that our "mud room" is no longer the acceptable place for me to store my golf pushcart.
Now, I want to put this into context. After working my butt off for ~3 years churning out unsustainable work hours so we can save up to buy our "forever home" or "dream home" or whatever you want to call it, a home came on the market last summer that checked all the boxes and we bought it. It's on the first hole of my golf course and a huge reason why I agreed to pull the trigger on the home (even though it was probably a bit earlier than ideal to purchase a home for us) is because the location is perfect and I plan on walking to the first box from the back of my home for the next 40 years. When I saw the home for the first time, I commented that the mud room would be perfect for my clubs and my pushcart since it spills out to the backyard and to the hole. It's also, of course, perfect, because as the name implies it's just a concrete floor so a little mud from the pushcart wheels won't be a big deal yet it's an air controlled room so it's safe to store my clubs (which weren't cheap and are probably my favorite material possession).
Well, this past weekend, when apparently the cart got in my wife's way because the mud room also has a washer and dryer set (note: we do also have a second laundry room) it was declared that the mud room is no longer a suitable place for said pushcart (clubs are still okay) and, instead, I'm apparently supposed to take my clubs off at the back patio, schlep the cart through the main living area of the home without getting anything dirty, and put the cart in a specified spot on the far side of the garage. My pleas for this being a lot of extra work for me and increasing the likelihood that mud gets through the house went unanswered and, notably, this change was declared on my 40th birthday. This also pretty much seals the deal that I have absolutely no spot that is "mine" in this very large home that I worked very hard for us to be able to purchase. To be clear, my wife works/worked very hard as well to support our family and I take no qualms with the notion that she is in charge of like 98% of the home and my designated "football watching spot" was almost immediately engulfed in the vortex that is my children's play areas or that my "room" for all my clothes and stuff - which is a separate spare bedroom which we will combine with our current bedroom eventually to make a legit master bedroom - was almost immediately taken over by my 5 year and/or whichever kid is sick so they can sleep nearer to us.
Ranting here because this issue is wholly resolved at home and me re-raising the issue will not end well for me. But, dammit, I'm going to be pissed the first time I get yelled out for inadvertently getting mud in the house as I walk through carrying the damn cart even though there's an absolute perfect sport for it in a room that may have even been designed for this exact purpose.