Sock and Roll

Do you have things in your life?  Those little things that just become significant for some reason – a line in the sand, a battlefield of sorts?  I’m having one of those in my household right now, a thing.

It’s stupid. It’s socks.

My husband’s socks, to clarify.  They have become a banner waving under the breeze from the ceiling fan, representing a point in which the last straw has been added to the camel’s hump.

While never the neatest, tidiest person in the world, he’s managed not to be too obnoxious about it for the most part.  My laundry policy – and I am Chief Laundress at chez moi – is that if clothing is either inside of or even along the perimeter adjacent to the 2 laundry receptacles, I will wash it, fold it, and put it away.  But for some reason about a month ago, Will decided it was cute to leave his socks on the living room floor.

Ignoring my requests to pick them up following by a heaping amount of the stink eye, the socks began to work their way under the couch and padded ottoman.  They’ve been accumulating there ever since.  I will not pick them up.  If they work their way out, I simply put them back.

Recently his mother and grandmother came over to watch the kids so we could go to Stella’s open house.  When we returned, I saw a pair of socks on my end table.  I asked what happened.  Will’s grandmother said “Oh, they were sticking out from under the couch.”  I picked them up, dropped them on the floor, and kicked them back under the couch.

socks

Surely one day he’ll run out of socks.

 

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About larva225

Working mom. Is there any other kind? Geologist. Nerd.
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6 Responses to Sock and Roll

  1. joey says:

    LOL! OMG YES! We have a sock thing, too. I won’t go into detail, but let’s just say Moo’s totally like your husband and the pets enjoy it.

    When I was in my 20’s my dad had a big ol recliner and he’d sit there and eat popcorn every single day, and of course, popcorn made its way into the chair and eventually through it. When you walked in the door, it was in plain sight. My dad’s chair and the popcorn below. My mother had given up cleaning it out, but she never could get past it. It drove her crazy!

  2. Erika says:

    This post makes me love you (it could be partly the rum, but mostly you). I usually just pick up my husband’s socks, underwear, shirts that he sheds in the living room and throw them in the hamper full of anger. I love that you threw his shit back under the couch 😀 😀 😀

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