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Posted on 10.30.09 by K. Daniel Glover @ 8:18 pm
Tonight I’m doing the worst chore known to man — matching socks for a household of five. It has renewed my affection for my wife. So far I’ve found 21 pairs of socks — but I have 43 singles. How in the world can there be 43 solo socks hiding in this house? Not that I blame them, mind you. I wouldn’t want to spend my entire life hugging stinky feet, either. Filed under: Culture and Family Comments:
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I have only sons. I buy them white Hanes socks in bulk all at once. They are now color coded plus have the size sewn into the sock (green writing plus says medium, blue writing plus says large).
Only the Boy Scout uniform socks & wool hiking socks are colored.
That is one way I try to simplify life. I have other things I’d rather do than match socks. LOL.
Actually my boys have been doing all the laundry for a year now (started at 8 and 11 yrs old). So this is mainly their problem. Started after complaining I was not keeping up with laundry (a lie), the real issue was they had lost their clothes in the minivan, and at their wilderness school. So I said “do the laundry yourself then”, and now they do (all of it not just theirs).
Comment by ChristineMM — November 1, 2009 @ 2:25 pm