Socks

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Socks Need To Be Paired! Or Do They? This was the brillant question I asked myself.

The only thing that will kill you as a mother of a large family is pairing socks.
There are solutions.
Some are outrageous. For example, I remember a crazy kids, campfire song, that we usually sang in rounds.

"Black socks, they never get dirty;
The longer you wear them, the blacker they get.
Some times, I think I should wash them
But something keeps telling me
Oh, not yet, not yet, not yet"
 
I did not seriously consider this option, though. After ONE day stuck inside an active child's running shoe, socks reek. I had 154 stinky socks to wash every week, at the bare minimum. Oh well, sometimes I did four loads of laundry a day and socks really didn't take up that much room.
 
Still socks disappeared into mountains of laundry and I could never find them all. Do you have any idea where 154 socks can hide every week? I had to look between sheets, under Chesterfield and chairs, behind closet doors, inside wet boots, in school bags, under toy baskets, inside of pant legs and even, if I was lucky, in one of eleven dirty clothes baskets and still I could not find them all.
 
had to pair all the socks! Or Did I? That was the brilliant, out of the box sort of question I asked myself one day.

New solution.
 
Buy lots of black socks in every size. Surely some semblance of a pair of socks would be easier to find.
That was the new plan.
I simply tossed the black socks into a wicker basket with a three-foot circumference and a height of two and a half feet and hoped for the best.

However, I had managed to overlook one important fact. I had six daughters. Little girls don't like black socks. They like pink socks. To make matters worse my mother bought cute socks with frills and bows and patterns that the girls really needed and loved.
None of them were the same!

So although I used the toss and throw method of pairing, some mornings found us frantically searching for some appearance of a pair. At times I had to literally toss the newly discovered pair over the upstairs railing. One of my kids, who already had their coat and school bag on their back, would catch them in mid-air. They quickly pulled on their socks, stuffed their feet into boots or shoes and flew out the door, barely making the school bus.
 
People joke about washing machines eating socks. Rationally, I know that this is a silly answer to my dilemma but the more I think about it, the better I like the whimsical answer. I could kill myself trying to control every one's sock habits but really, life is much, more interesting if we relax a bit and joke about our failings and foibles.

 

 

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