Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Am I the only one who breeds socks?
Am I the only one who breeds socks? This laundry basket goes from the bedroom to the living room, back to the bedroom, to the basement if we have company, back to the living room, to the kids room...all the while the pile grows. In the winter it's the dumping grounds for odd mittens and scarfs. During the summer it is the dump for all stray bathing suits.
We all rummage thru the basket looking for a pair, and it seems as though there are never two socks alike. Why is that? I waste more time looking for a pair of socks, yet there is N O T H I N G that motivates me to fold them. Anyone else have this sock problem? In all honesty I think that friggen pile of socks only gets completly done three times a year, maybe. UNLESS...Mother Mary comes over (which is way under 3times a year, and she only lives 9/10s of a mile away.) She is completly appauled that A) they are not folded and put away (she had four kids I only have three, all her socks were put away you know) 2) that we even own that many socks (her kids had five pair of socks each, because she did the laundry every day, there is no need to have that many socks) and C) there could possibly be socks missing. Mother Mary swears that she has "never" lost a sock in 46 year. OK. Sure.
I actually think the reason why I have this basket is to prove a point. I don't quite know what that point is, but when I figure it out I'll let you know. I wonder what my kids are gonna do with thier socks when they have thier own homes? And will I be able to keep my mouth shut about what I did with my socks? Eh I probably won't.
Tonight I asked the Man I Married if he could kindly fold the socks for me. He said "sure bring them to the living room." Sounded too good to be true, and it was. I went out and came home to the basket intact. I guess I will move the socks to the corner in the dining room so I don't see them first thing when I wake up.