If you've ever done any laundry, you know that, at best, one sock will be
missing when the load comes out the dryer. At worst, one sock of every pair will
be missing. I've never understood this, I cannot explain it and I doubt science
will ever come up with a plausible explanation either. It's just one of those
things that has to be accepted on faith.
Having said that, there also exists the phenomenon of socks seeming to be
mateless when in fact, one sock wound up in the laundry while the other did not.
I can blame this on the kids, but if we're being honest with each other, this is
learned behavior. From their father. And I know that this is inherited from Josh
because I don't wear the large black dress socks that I find next to the bed, on
the bathroom floor, in the living room or under the computer desk. It's been
almost nine years since we got married and nine years since I began finding socks in random
places, so I have just accepted this, made peace and moved on.
However, I refuse to spend my life buying socks, so whenever I find a sock
that has no buddy, I stick it in one of the drawers of my nightstand and hope
for the best. Once in a great while, or when I cannot jam one more sock into the
drawer, I will dump the whole load of socks into a bucket and sort. I really
dislike sorting. My five year old, on the other hand, loves sorting, Sadly, he
was in school when the drawer overflowed and I kind of thought that signing him
out early to do laundry would be a misuse of the school's sign-out sheet.
This is the bucket of socks before the sorting and pairing began. We were done two hours later.
missing when the load comes out the dryer. At worst, one sock of every pair will
be missing. I've never understood this, I cannot explain it and I doubt science
will ever come up with a plausible explanation either. It's just one of those
things that has to be accepted on faith.
Having said that, there also exists the phenomenon of socks seeming to be
mateless when in fact, one sock wound up in the laundry while the other did not.
I can blame this on the kids, but if we're being honest with each other, this is
learned behavior. From their father. And I know that this is inherited from Josh
because I don't wear the large black dress socks that I find next to the bed, on
the bathroom floor, in the living room or under the computer desk. It's been
almost nine years since we got married and nine years since I began finding socks in random
places, so I have just accepted this, made peace and moved on.
However, I refuse to spend my life buying socks, so whenever I find a sock
that has no buddy, I stick it in one of the drawers of my nightstand and hope
for the best. Once in a great while, or when I cannot jam one more sock into the
drawer, I will dump the whole load of socks into a bucket and sort. I really
dislike sorting. My five year old, on the other hand, loves sorting, Sadly, he
was in school when the drawer overflowed and I kind of thought that signing him
out early to do laundry would be a misuse of the school's sign-out sheet.
This is the bucket of socks before the sorting and pairing began. We were done two hours later.
I could have spent those two hours going to Target and buying new socks -
and dumping my bin of unpaired socks in someone's Dumpster on the way, but that
would be wrong. Both the buying and the dumping would be wrong. So I didn't.
Baby and I sorted, paired, made a huge mess and came up with this. A bucket of
deliciously sorted socks.
And the goddess of all things laundry wept with joy.
and dumping my bin of unpaired socks in someone's Dumpster on the way, but that
would be wrong. Both the buying and the dumping would be wrong. So I didn't.
Baby and I sorted, paired, made a huge mess and came up with this. A bucket of
deliciously sorted socks.
And the goddess of all things laundry wept with joy.
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