Sock Shelfie (Mom’s Dresser)
OK. Friends, I’d like to elevate the intellectual nature of the Richmondmom blog content right now and talk about a very serious subject. Socks. As in, socks on the floor, in the playroom, under the couch, between the cusions, and in the dog food bowl.
The worst part of the sock debaucle? They’re usually inside out.
The other worst part of the sock debaucle? They’re never mine.
But I find myself routinely using my own hands to pick them up, turn them right side out, cringe at the small pile of dirt that falls out onto the floor, and toss them in the laundry room.
Sock fiascos are not new in our household. Even in the pre-child era, socks were controversial. Upon one fated laundry day…. the exact details elude my memory…. but an argument about socks resulted in me never again putting my husband’s sock pairs together. I think it had to do with me not matching or folding his socks right. Again.
To my husband’s credit, he’ll match and put his socks away himself, and only rarely leaves them on the floor and even then, only in our bedroom. But I remember laughing out loud when I read a fellow Richmondmom blogger talk about how her son ties her husband’s socks in knots when he finds them. Genius!
The kids have taken the sock madness to a much higher level. The kids are little stealth sock-removing ninjas! I never actually see them take their socks off, but the sock evidence is irrefutable. The socks lie here, there and everywhere. There are so many orphan socks just laying around the house, I’ve started just leaving them there and saying ‘hello’ every time I pass by.
The kids are also experts at hiding socks. It’s like they’re squirrels storing socks for the winter. I routinely stumble upon a pile of socks in some dark corner. What are they doing there?
Don’t even get me on the sock math. Once I do find a stash of socks, it’s always three or five or seven socks. None of which match.
I know we have purchased multiple packs of matching colorful socks that fit our children. What happens to those socks? My theory is that they multiple and transform like viruses. Then the multiples kidnap all the other socks until we’re left with only socks that look nothing like any socks we’ve ever purchased.
My daughter has taken to routinely wearing mismatched socks. I’m sure people think she’s just being unique and expressing her individuality and fashion sense, but in reality, it’s because the poor girl can’t find two matching socks.
And her mom (that’s me) can’t seem to figure out how to solve this problem, other than by continuing to buy more packages of lovely, hopeful matching colorful socks. Deceivingly sneaky, tricky socks. If they only know what their future holds in our house…..
So, how do you solve the sock issues in your house? What measures can be put in place to reduce the sock litter? To help the kids take their socks off without turning them inside out? To help more with the matching and less with the disastrophe (a very apropos word my daughter made up) that is our current sock situation?
I look forward to your solutions! But right now I gotta run! I think I see another sock under the couch and there’s a pile of clean socks on the spare bed that need folding!
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