12 feet. Not of snow. But actual human feet (16 if you count Gracie’s but she doesn’t wear socks). 12 eyeballs, 12 hands, over a hundred teeth. That’s how many various human body parts we have in this house. 12 feet makes for a lot, a lot, a lot of socks. They sort of sift themselves to the bottom of the laundry pile. Slowly but surely, they weave their way so that they come to a safe rest on the floor. Then, when I scoop up the laundry, they don’t get scooped up with it. They remain there on the floor. This leads to a lot, a lot, a lot of single socks. I, for one, don’t have a huge problem with it. I give the single sock to its owner, knowing that eventually their other half will make it through. Husband was getting sick of it. So he washed an entire, gigantically oversized load of socks this weekend, and found their match. He’s like a modern-day hero.
Washing clothes and then finding that one offending sock bugs me to no end. I keep the sock, knowing its mate is somewhere. And I always find it. Once, it took me 4 months, but I found it. Your husband is a saint for washing all of those socks. And then matching them. A saint, I tell you.
Augh, I hate sorting socks. My husband has a million dress socks with a different design on each one. Checks on this one, pin stripes on this one, argyle on this one. And then I THINK I have them paired, but no. Oh wait – that IS navy blue, not black, well shoot, where's its pair? I keep threatening to throw them all out and buy him 20 pairs of the exact same sock.
He is a Hero. But he sure can't make Chicken Pot Pie like you do. 🙂
he deserves the husband of year award for.sure.
ha and i thought i had it bad. that is a whole lotta socks lady.
Oh man! That was one of my jobs growing up! A couple days a year my mom would task me with matching all of the unloved socks that found their way to a single basket over the past few months. Perhaps this was the beginning of my OCD…
i can't keep four feet strait.
does any one in your house happily wear socks just mis-matching? xo
Go Steve. Thinking about laundry and dealing with all the socks just gives me hives. ugh. I make the husband buy only white socks, and the girls only get solid colored ones now. Any stragglers get put in a basket in the laundry room and there they stay. After a few months if matches never turn up…straight trash baby. I am ruthless with socks.
That's nice that he did all the socks for you!! Gosh, so many socks, I'd be scared I'd lose them all! You know how socks tend to disappear…at least mine do.
hahaha that's too cute…kudos to him for getting all the socks together! lol
HERO. Capital letters for matching them after washing them!
Wow! That is a beast! Your husband sounds amazing (and determined).
I am one of four children + two parents…so we always had this same problem growing up! way to go husband!
Haha! This is cute – 12 feet is A LOT of feet! Single socks annoy me, too – especially when they're part of one of your favorite pairs and you have to wait for the next load to wear them again. 🙂
This is such a cute story. Loved it!
Wow! That is amazing. I feel like I already do so much laundry with just me and my hubby. Someday I'll be in the middle of piles of socks too! More laundry just means more people around to love:-) Love how your husband came to the rescue! xoxo
Yeah, the single socks get banished to a basket in the laundry room – and while ideally I would try to match them up every time I do laundry, I probably sort through the basket, oh, twice a year or so.
send him over to my house first off I hate laundry and socks are always getting lost over here. Tis true he is a hero
That is a modern-day hero. I don't have the gull to do a thing like that. I can't find any socks. I remember one day CC and I were sitting in panera, in the really comfy chairs by the fire place, and i kicked off my shoes and curled up with a book. Only to realise that I had worn one sock that was white and one sock that was black! what was I thinking. Instead of putting them back in my shoes, I just kept reading. Oh well! lol
~GiGi
That is A LOT of socks!
Thank god Mike only wears one kind of black socks and one kind of white socks. I like simple.
I have problems with socks. I constantly steal JB's – and am now dubbed the sock monster. I'm that person going through security at the airport with two mismatched socks. socks are just low on the ole priority list (:
steve is def a modern day hero!
oh my goodness, thanks to domestic reflections i have been seriously lost in your blog and ignoring everyone in my life (what, was that too stalkerish?). ha. you are hilarious! and i was seriously laughing hysterically about a post you made about abercrombie and fitch and their smelly cologne/perfume that knocks you down as you walk past there store. so true. thanks for the etertainment (your blog) as I breastfeed in the wee hours of the night/morning (too much info, that's what I was going for).okay must pay attention to toddler and itty bitty baby now.
Hillary