Black Sheeped

We’re having a Big Sock Problem, the result of the following behaviors:

1) Cab squirrels away our dirty socks

2) Cab squirrels away our clean socks

3) I have been very relaxed about (not) doing laundry for the last three months

4) When I do laundry, and bring it upstairs, it sits in a hamper for days until the contents inevitibly get mixed up with dirty clothes or strewn around the room in my mad searches for one of the two favorite tanks I layer under everything; this means I end up re-washing clean laundry because I am not sure where the dirty laundry and clean laundry line is drawn

5) My laundry system consists of a few different dirty piles–one in the hallway, one in the kitchen, sometimes one at the bottom of the stairs; a clean pile; a pile of questionably dirty or clean? pile.  This is Inefficient and Confusing, but doesn’t bother me until I am trying to find socks in the morning.

The last several mornings I have been rooting around and only coming up with my husband’s white socks, so I have been wearing them.  They are so large that the gray heel is above my ankle.  I would just wear mismatched socks (I prefer my own socks, because they are warmer and not white) (and I am okay with mismatched socks), but everytime I enter a client’s house I take off my shoes–even dress shoes get dirty when you are stomping about muddy sites and in work shops.  I don’t really want a gray and purple dog sock paired with a bright pink striped sock peeping out from my dress pants, because it doesn’t seem to smack of professionalism.

Over the weekend, when I had to pack two pairs of socks, I struggled to find two matching pairs.  I ended up bringing a brown pair of J’s dress socks and a flimsy pair of my summer socks, and had to borrow a pair from my mom when I needed a third pair.  This morning I said, “I am having a sock crisis!” and J said, “Me too!  I can never find any of my socks, I have no socks!”  I said, “That’s because I’ve been wearing your socks because I can’t find mine.”  He said he’d been resorting to dress socks, and I admitted I’ve been wearing those, too.  Then I offered to dig out some of his white ones from the bottom of the clean laundry hamper, and he didn’t want me to create a clothing tornado all over the room.

Then we decided maybe we should take care of the laundry situation, and maybe try to find all of our socks that are under the couch/hidden behind upstairs furniture/shoved into the bottom of my snow boots because they slip off when I pull my feet out and, um, those boots are way too big anyway and they seem to fit better with several socks crammed into the toe.

OR, maybe it should stop being cold, and I could start wearing cute summer shoes that don’t require socks, and then J could have all his white socks back and we wouldn’t have to think about it again until September or October.

I’m not sure which is worse: having to find all of our socks or having to buy new ones.  Or having to deal with laundry like a reasonable person.

EVERYTHING IS SO HARD.

And now WordPress has eaten spell check!

Love,

black sheeped