There is some sort of monster that lives in my house that eats my children’s socks.
Honestly, that is the only explanation I have for the disappearance. Every morning I have at least one child whining that they can’t find their socks. And the laundry is all caught up and folded. The socks are all in their basket. But the “good” socks are no where to be found.
What exactly is the definition of “good?” It is whatever socks the child has deemed their favorites, shunning all five million other pair that are still perfectly growing dusty in the sock basket.
It is enough to make me crazy. Or crazier, as the case may be.
And I have a feeling the sock eating monster snacks on pens as well.
I had started pinning socks to thier mates before putting them in the wash which I think is a good idea if I can get the husband and kids on board it may actually work, lol.
Comment by Beth Weeks — September 22, 2009 @ 10:07 pm
The good socks are whatever ones are either missing, or have holes. As far as pens, I have often answered phone calls to take appointments with “hold on, let me get a crayon – there easier to find in this house”. The receptionist often laughs and agrees with me. Be grateful, to soon it will be lunch money, make up, and car keys!
Comment by Claire — September 23, 2009 @ 9:07 am
If you have more than one kid sometime the sock will shrink and be the other kids size and they will end up in their sock basket instead
Comment by Michelle — September 23, 2009 @ 10:49 pm
I think that same monster visits my house after he leaves yours! I have the same issues….
Comment by Seaair — October 5, 2009 @ 7:54 pm
I love it.
Comment by becky — October 12, 2009 @ 11:17 am