Here is how the process is supposed to go.
- Get socks
- Put socks on your feet
- Wear socks
- Pull socks off at the end of the day
- Put dirty socks in hamper.
Simple, right?
I think so but according to the children that live in this house, this is impossible. I am asking them to put a round peg in a square hole.
Socks are put on in the morning and then in the afternoon, they are ripped off like suddenly they have become acid socks.
Skin burning, acid filled socks that end up all over the house.
Well, guess what?
I refuse to pick them up. You know because I am trying to teach them to become self sufficient adults but this also means that I am constantly yelling, “Please, pick up your socks!”
Eventually, the kids listen.
You know after I repeat myself eighty times and they coming running from where ever they are in the house and pick up the socks.
But I have realized that my instructions are not specific enough because I find in the most annoying place possible.
Next to the hamper.
Sorry, future roommates and spouses of my children. I try, I really really try but instead of hammering this point home and making the children come back to pick up the socks from next to the hamper to put them in the hamper, I just bend over and do it myself.
I guess I am just used to it. After all, I do it for their father.
OMG this made me laugh so hard.
I am very lucky that this doesnt happen to this extent in my home with my two girls but I know what you mean.
But the socks pictures…omg just made me laugh.
I am sorry I am laughing at your pain.
Here, have some wine.
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You know, we have to laugh about this. It’s way better than the alternative.
My kids do the same thing and they take off their shoes when they come in the door BUT they just take them off right in the middle of wherever they happen to be standing and just walk on. So, if I don’t move them out of the way someone could come in the door (if shoes are not blocking it) and trip on 80 little shoes.
Seriously I hate socks. And I can never find the damn mates or figure out who owns the damn socks.
Why do we have socks again?
This is the kinds sh!t they don’t include in baby/child books.
Same situation at our house. Although the socks on the flowers is a first for me… ha!
How do you get them to leave the pairs next to each other. My kids leave one in the living room and hide one against the wall under their bed.
If you notice, they are not the same socks. Socks are next to each other but they are different ones.
Two of the same socks together would be too much to ask for.
Oh, how I hate socks. And the ones next to the hamper are my favorite too.
And somehow I end up with baskets of “one socks.” What is that about?
Hahahahaaa! So true!
Baby socks are laundry shrapnel and I LOVE when Sass lets Sprinkles use his stinky, dirty socks as teethers. The flavor must be AH-MAZING.
Hehe. I’ve got another one to that list of where the socks end up… my husband sometimes accidentally leaves his sock drawer open…. the dog thinks of them as toys. So he ends up with holes in all pairs and strewn throughout the house and in the dog’s kennel. Oh joy!
Haha! This is so my house, down to the husband. My pile of missing socks is huge because I know the other one is out there somewhere, I just haven’t found it yet.
I don’t know about you but I find socks days and days later. It is crazy.
I hate socks…I just found one on the top of the pantry door…why? why do they do it to me?
My husband likes to leave his on the coffee table and the kitchen counter. I would be happy to find them on the floor!!
We have the same sock problem here. Love this post
Oh yes… and underwear. Don’t get me started.