It's a Talent, Really.
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.
posted by Sunflowerfairy at 8:51 AM
12 Comments:
I had the same problem with my own socks this morning- and all my life. It shouldn't cost you more than a few thousand for those therapy sessions. Sometimes their free if you pick a good college.
I've always wondered where missing socks go. Half the time I wear two different socks. Maybe socks aren't meant to be in pairs.
I personally believe there is a sock gremlin who lives in the dryer and dines on socks.
Laughing out loud!
We have a neighborhood sock swap. Every boy in the neighborhood takes off his socks as soon as he gets inside any house, and none of them ever remember to take them home. At any given time, every house is cross-pollinated with socks from every other house. We moms just wash whatever we find and leave anything that doesn't belong to our own kids near the door. Whenever we go to anyone else's house, we all take what we recognize!
At least all the socks look cute!
I took the New Haven job, woo-hoo. Meeting the knitting group and learning more about the city was definitely a factor. Should be fun!
The partners of your son's 14 single socks are probably in some other little boy's sock drawer. How does that happen?
Eh, matching socks are overrated anyway. :)
thanks for the comments on my blog, and yes. . you are correct. . . discounted (Close out prices) condoms. Seriously, I see a problem with that.
Our sock gremlins are only interested in Kevin's socks--never mine.
I think I read somewhere that they go up over the edge of the tub part of the washer and end up inside it somehow. Makes sense that little boy socks would fit better than adult socks, but that doens't explain why our washer prefers Kevin's socks to mine (or why washers don't explode from being filled with lost socks).
All of my son's socks are exactly the same white or black (except for the handknits and baseball socks) so that if a few socks escape, his remaining socks still match. Alos makes it easy to sort the socks after they come out of the dryer.
Our washer once backed up and wouldn't drain, and the hubby took apart the hose: he found out where all the socks (and baby socks, in that case) go--when the thing spins out, the small stuff that's near the top goes flying out between the tub and the out rim. Bingo. Lost socks. If enough of them go at once, the washer lets you have some back, but it'll make you work for'em.
Bah - mismatching socks will only be good for him! It's like opposite day or inside out day, that's all! ;-)
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