Tomorrow, May 9th, is official Lost Sock Memorial Day. I think everyone that does laundry has the problem with the infamous missing socks. Everyone has their own way of dealing with it.
If I start looking for them, then I end up obsessing over where the stupid socks ended up at. My way of dealing with the problem is to just ignore it. I don’t fold and put away my socks. I don’t do Z’s socks either. Our socks remain in piles in laundry baskets and whenever you need a pair, you are forced to shuffle through the entire pile to find matches.
I dated this guy in college that would safety pin his pair of socks together every night when he took them off to go to bed. I always thought that this method was a little overzealous for my tastes but he never ended up having missing socks.
How do you deal with your missing socks? Lets show those missing socks some love by paying homage to them.
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Amanda,
At our house, it’s the same way. I have 4 people who l live with. My laundry room is kind of like “our” closet. I have a blue basket that is full of socks and underwear. “You need it, you find it..” at least it’s clean!
The sock thing doesn’t get to me anymore. I just don’t care anymore. Although, I do wonder about the missing sock on occasion. We have resolved this, however. We buy socks that are distinct. I know INSTANTLY who belongs to what sock. My daughters socks are goofy looking- and Never match. My youngest boys socks say “Haines” in green writing. My oldest boy… who knows where his socks are, does he even have socks? Actually, his socks are probably in my husbands drawer- who can tell the difference any way? K. So we don’t have it under control do we? The point is I don’t care anymore. I hate whites anyway. Whites suck, and they go in the blue basket. Period.
What I do hate, and you haven’t had this yet…. but it is coming, promise. I HATE CLEAN,FOLDED CLOTHES IN THE HAMPER. Clean, already folded clothes in the dirty clothes. What is that about? Wonders never cease.
I also hate putting the clothes away. Don’t mind washing, drying, folding or hanging them. Putting away, nope, not for me. That’s probably why I get the clean, folded clothes in the hamper. I will take said, clean clothes to the human they belong to and put it in said humans room. Hoping against hope they will find drawers or a closet. NEVER happens. What happens is clean folded clothes in the hamper. I never learn.
These are then covered up by stinky dirty clothes. Know what I do? Unfold and refold the stupid shirt and take to the child’s room it belongs to. Only to find said shirt, folded and in the hamper again. It’s an endless cycle. I hate laundry.
Did you ever notice… when you “think” you have all the laundry done, that…. All of a sudden the hampers full again? Full of already folded clothes? I think they could at least unfold the damn thing, wad in a ball or some shit. But NO.
I hate laundry. I hate my laundry room. I hate my washer and dryer. I loathe whites. I love my blue basket, though.Thank GOD for the blue basket, praise Jesus, Amen, Hallelujiah.
The point of this whole post? Blue baskets rock. God, I’m glad to finally get that out.
~Car