I can pick out my own clothes. (pretty well, actually. Or so I assume. Not too many people laugh and point, so I figure I'm doing okay.)
Dressing the kids is relatively easy- they both pick out their own outfits, and R is at the stage where I can't even try to assist her, or there will be much tears and wailing...
But.... the socks. The socks are killing me.
Downstairs near the dryer sits a ten gallon wastebasket, filled with socks. Not a pair among them. There are striped socks and solid socks, in glorious disarray. A sock with fuzzy dogs. A tall grey one with soccer balls up the calf, little pink socks (four, none making a pair) and winnie-the-pooh toe socks, one green, one red-striped.
Where are all the matches to these socks?
My house is not always tidy, but it's ludicrious to think that somewhere there's another pile of socks, waiting to be found. I could accept the washing machine eating a couple, but that many? Without breaking?
They're not in the kids' rooms - I've looked. What's left - under the dryer? Is there a place socks go to die?
Someday, I'm going to throw away the entire bucket of socks - devil-may-care, and start fresh.
Except, of course, if I do that, all the missing socks will decide it's time to end their wandering ways and come home...
NaBloPoMo note: Thirty days hath November - and now, November's over. It was...interesting.
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They're here at my house.
My washingmachine has a thing about MrV's socks and regularly eats one.
Well done for making it through the 30 days. Take a day off!
Bwa ha ha! Now I didn't think they'd emigrated that far away...
You too, K! I met some great new people and found waaay toooo many new blogs to read....
Ask me in a month or so if I'd do it again.
There's one another one that starts today running for the month of Decemnber. Did I consider it? Not a bloody chance. I need a break from posting. Mind you I've spent the best part of the afternoon on the couch, reading blogs and being decorated with stickers by the FB
I HATE THE SOCK BASKET.
YES. I have been known to thrown the mismatched ones away.
I have a grocery bag full of them, I even have some from back in BC when I used to live there, which I really wonder why I keep because I KNOW I will never find the match to them... One of these days, when DH is not looking... I will throw out the ones I know have been in there for years.
On the same topic... if you have a pail full of these, I assume it is because you will not wear mis-matched socks. This topic actually came up the other day between a few ladies. A couple of them will just wear mis-matched pairs and don't even bother to make sure they match. They figure, I'm wearing shoes anyway, so who cares?
I can't do this. I would KNOW my socks were mis-matched all day, and I wouldn't dare take my shoes off anywhere.
My husband is horrible for putting similar socks together, and then I have the matches sitting in the bag for months before I find out what has happened. HE is the kind who doesn't care if they match as long as they are the same colour.
Wait-- you mean your family only wears MATCHED socks?
There's obviously a sock eating monster hiding in your dryer....My nephew in Ireland is a newly minted civil engineer. As a student, it was a point of honour with him to wear mismatched socks, to his mother's chagrin....I'm wondering if he's changed his ways....
My family only wears matched socks. (Except perhaps for my husband?) I know, I know, apparently mis-matched socks are in style (according to the other ladies) and you can also apparently BUY a pair of mis-matched socks (Why would anyone buy them when I will give them away for free?)
I am mentally incapable of putting a mis-matched pair on. Except maybe for Halloween.
Jess?
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