SOCKS: A Subversive Plot and Friendship Friday


Friendship Friday

Sharing my favorite post this week and linking to Friendship Friday 

Socks Need To Be Paired! Or Do They?

This was the brilliant 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.

♪♪

The “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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22 thoughts on “SOCKS: A Subversive Plot and Friendship Friday

  1. I have only one child, but a stackable washer/dryer that is tightly wedged into a teeny tiny closet in our kitchen. Almost every other load I pull out of the dryer sees a sock flying down into the dark spaces at either side of the machine. Lacking the strength, motivation or willpower to somehow fish them out of there (after many useless attempts) – the kid wears mismatched socks all the time. I just keep buying the same style in lots of bright colors and patterns and she could care less!

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  2. Kids have no qualms these days about wearing unmatching socks. In fact they seem to prefer it. My daughter does it all the time. Her boyfriend goes one step further: he wears unmatching running shoes. That’s always been youth’s job: to break all the rules.

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  3. Mismatched socks are definitely in fashion (especially with my boys) so it doesn’t matter these days. But when they weren’t in fashion, I used to get one type of sock for each boy (either different colors or different stripes at top etc). This way they all paired up (except for the odd ones…)

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  4. Socks have an agenda. They run and hide to drive us crazy. This is done on purpose. Luckily, for a while my daughter was into Little MisMatch socks. They come in sets of 3 (one conveniently pre-lost for your. Or a bonus. Depends on your outlook) I don’t know who started the company, but I’d bet it was a mom.

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  5. The mis-matched sock fad? Yeah, our family started it! We had a huge basket of unmatched socks. The kids would dive in and grab two. Matching seemed optional. The boys did, however, draw the line at the lacy pink or orange polka-dot socks!

    Fun post!
    \o/

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