Still on the Socks

Well, you know what, until today I always thought I was a little weird. I was even a bit embarrassed of my lost sock pile, thinking there was no one else out there like that. Turns out that there is some weirdness out there, but this time, it's not me.

So Alana, did you read the comments? Everyone but you and Dave (and sorry Dave, you don't really count- more on that in a moment) has a lost sock pile! Some of their socks even get used for non-feet covering activities! I AM normal! Whoo-hoo. That would make you the geek today! Yee haw.

Now, Dave, Alana's amazing husband chipped in to say that he is pleased that Alana even matches the wear on the bottom so it's more comfortable in combat boots and all I could think of was the story "The Princess and the Pea." Seriously Dave, you would feel "unbalanced" if the wear didn't match? How thick are these socks? Mattress like? What, if the wear doesn't match, will you tip over?

Mind you, Dave is a wise man married to a woman who in 20 days is about to give birth to their 3rd child and it is still ridiculously hot where they live. Right now, I think Dave would wear purple and carry a purse if it made Alana happy. Which of course would look stunning with your combat boots and matched socks.

Thanks you all for making me feel good and even a little less geeky!

Let's hear it for lost socks!

I've Got a bit of a Problem

So, I was doing laundry today and got thinking. I've got another confession. This is going to drive all you OCD's nuts (and you know who you are) but my house is really a house of horror for socks.

Yes, this post is going to be about socks, I'm not the happy intellect, it will not be about world peace and achieving it in 4 easy steps, I'm a geek so I am blogging about socks tonight!



Anyway, as I was saying, I think the socks in my house have posted a warning to all the other socks "abandon hope all ye who enter here." At least that is my theory as so many go missing! They must run away or something because this is my widow pile (all socks without mates).

These are the poor socks whose mates are MIA. My bigger concern is the couples that are jumping ship. I bought Spud 6 pairs in the spring and we are down to 2 matched pairs and a widow!

What is it about me that makes socks run away? I try not to sing while I sort laundry, my hair is usually brushed and I am very nice to all the socks in the house, I don't even scrub them or anything.

Mind you, that may be it, I do not have a real big passion for sparkling clean socks so if they get a little bit stained to daily wear and tear (i.e. an 18 month old running through freshly mowed grass) as long as they are clean, I still sleep at night. Really, they're socks. Who cares if the bottoms area bit gray? I have bigger fish to fry than pulling out a washboard and scrubbing them down, (not that there's anything wrong with that mom,) but I'd rather do something productive. Like blog!!

It might also be that my kids seem to think that socks taste good. I don't know how many times driving down the road I've looked back to see one or both with a sock in their mouth. And honestly, I didn't put it there! Although I have thought about it, especially when Spud sings the Veggie tale theme song for the 37th time that trip.

So, now that I've ensured that my OCD sister will never sleep again (if a sock goes missing in her house, everyone goes on high alert and hunts for it and no one eats or sleeps till it's found) I'm looking for advice! How do you keep your socks happy? What do you do to make them want to stay? Better detergent? Should I promise all future socks that my kids will stop eating them? Let me know, right after you've achieved world peace in 4 easy steps!