These are The Boy's socks.
I wanted to take a core class at the gym this morning, but I didn't realize how late it was getting. No problem. I gathered my things, went to put socks and shoes on us. I couldn't (and still can't)find one pair of matching socks anywhere in this house for him.
What the hell?
This photo is every sock out of his drawer, plus the ones out of the dryer.
Fourteen single socks without a partner.
Guess The Boy is going to be mis-matched today.
I can't wait for the "my mom messed me up" therapy bills to start.