Friday, March 12, 2010
I Hate SOCKS!
I never was a big fan of socks. I always preferred going barefoot spring and summer and sandals are like my favourite shoes of all time. Only it seems as I have gotten older, my feet are colder and I now need to wear socks more. One more of those signs of aging things you never realized would happen.
But that's not why I hate socks. No. It's my sock wearing hating children that have pushed me to edge. From the overflowing mismatched sock basket that sits atop my dryer to the countless socks that can be found strewn throughout the house.
There is the basic routine. You get them dressed, you put their socks on. Ten minutes later while meandering through the room, you will find said socks lying on the floor. Three kids later, I pretty much gave up forcing them to wear socks. I happen to like bare feet myself after all. Then my MIL would come sit and I'd hear comments about boy your feet must be cold, the floors are cold etc. Like I'm sort of bad momma that won't let my kids wear socks. Literally the minute I'm out the door they'd be putting socks onto the kids feet. Ummm are you from a different planet? They won't keep the socks on. To them that's okay. In their world they will make them keep their socks on. Yup, just nag and nag and nag. Don't you just love it when someone tells you... "well just make them behave." Yeah, like it's that easy. Well, in my world I have other things to do like feed them, clean the house, do the laundry. I'm not the babysitter. I don't get to just sit and play with the kids making sure their socks stay on.
Still that's not even the most annoying part of the sock battle. No it's when you're about to go out the door when you suddenly find O isn't wearing his socks that you literally just put on him and if you hadn't taken five minutes out to brush your hair or something, you might have succeeded in getting his shoes on first. Then it's the, "where did you put your socks" routine as you madly race through the house looking for his socks because he's some sort of Houdini making things disappear only to give up and grab a new pair of socks cause we gotta go.
Or maybe it could be the random places where you find those socks. The toy box. Under the cushion. In the bathroom. Under the couch, the bed, the table, chair.
I have single socks in my basket that I haven't paired up for years. I don't dare to get rid of them because I just know when I do, its mate will suddenly pop up to mock me.
score: Socks 42 Mom 0