We had some before-school-sock-drama at our place this morning. And since I fold laundry at the kitchen table (at our house, everything happens in the kitchen,) I’ve decided I can post about it.
Although I’m actually pretty caught up on laundry and although our home is actually in pretty good shape considering how busy this pre-Christmas week has been, a quick sock re-con revealed a total of 14 dirty socks between the two bedrooms of my three kids. What the what!?
I don’t know if you know this, but the dirty socks must be placed into the dirty clothes bin if they are expected to be laundered. I guess I forgot to mention this to my 5, 7 and 8 year olds over the course of the past 5, 7 and 8 years. I caught them up to speed this morning.
Here’s the part that doesn’t add up though: out of 14 socks (an even number!) there were four stand-alones. Man does that bug me.
I may be a whiz at meal planning and healthy family eating (I am, seriously–you should check out my workshops), but I will never understand how mateless socks seem to breed in my home.