I have been battling my 10 year old recently about a lot of things lately including her hairstyle, the condition of her bedroom, and about some
missing socks-
that’s right, socks. You see my daughter competes in gymnastics, and along with the team warm ups and leotard, she is supposed to arrive at every meet wearing a pair of
black socks. And, like any good mother, I bought her a couple pairs last year so that she would always have a pair on hand for meets,
or so you would think…
Now about 1/3 of the way into her season last year, and on the morning of a meet (
of course!) my daughter tells me that she can’t find any
black socks. I remembered seeing at least one pair in the dirty laundry so the “
clean” pair just had to be in her sock drawer, but convinced that her looking had just been opening a drawer and turning her head left and right, I decided to look. So, I waded into the sea of white socks but there was not one among them that was black-how could this be? My two pair system should have been
infallible-one pair dirty but the other pair clean… But all was not lost-she could just wear a pair of my black socks until we got all this black sock mess sorted out,
or so you would think…
Move ahead about one month, and the same scenario mentioned above is repeated, except this time it is done the night before (
I got a little smarter), and I hadn’t seen her lone
pair of black socks in the dirty laundry. Socks cannot just disappear into thin air, and I am pretty certain that they can’t walk away unless there are
two feet along for the ride, so where could they be? Now I started to help my daughter look around her room, but searching the premises would require a major clean up, and I was just too tired to tackle her mess, so once again mom’s black socks came to the rescue. I would also pick her up another couple pairs the next time I went to the mall-problem solved,
or so you would think…
Jump ahead to the preparations before the state meet in May when once again I am looking for a pair of
stinking black socks! I dove once again into the sea of white socks and came up with only one pair-yes that’s right, a single, solitary pair of black socks. Now let’s do some math here:
We had
two pairs and subtracted
one pair to equal
one pair, then we took that
one pair and subtracted
one pair and had
no pairs-follow me so far? Then we added
two pairs to
no pairs to get
two pairs, but soon we took
two pairs and subtracted
one pair to get one, measly pair-are you seeing a pattern here?
We are now into this year’s season and my daughter still has that one pair of
black socks, and do you know why? Because mommy got smarter, confiscated that pair, housed them in
her sock drawer instead, secretly bought an extra pair to keep that pair company, and ended the mystery of the vanishing black socks-
or so you would think… But something weird has been happening within the confines of my sock drawer-something or
someone has been taking my black socks too! I am down to two pairs plus one, and I have searched everywhere except my daughter’s room. I meandered down the hall and had every intention of starting a search, but when I opened the door and looked in, I decided I could live with those two pairs plus one-besides, didn’t I see a sale on socks this week?
Check her desk at school. That is where my middle daughter used to put hers!
ReplyDeleteSocks drive me nuts! I have all of my socks. Why my daughter cannot for the life of her keep all of her socks drives me nuts NUTS!! Where in the world are they already??????
ReplyDeleteGlad you got it all sorted out. That can be so frustrating! It actually sounds like something my husband would do!
ReplyDeleteYou're one smart lady!! I should do something similar with my son's always disappearing soccer socks. One less battle would be nice:)
ReplyDeleteI loath socks. I'll keep them in the drier until ALL the loads of laundry are done and THEN I will sort through that awful and massive pile.
ReplyDeleteThere really is some kind of phenomenon with socks that is outside our realm of understanding!
ReplyDeleteThank you for the comment on my blog.She is a junior now and the teachers and guidance councilors do everything they can to get her in the real world. I wanted to add that I was vacuuming this morning and a black footie I have never seen before came out from under the couch. It totally cracked me up! Maybe the sock gnome at your house is shipping to mine:)
ReplyDeleteMwahahaha Really, what is with socks?! We have a whole caboodle of them but one boy or two still end up with no socks at the end of the year. I like your idea :)
ReplyDeletewell, at least you thought of a place to put them, but why black? So you don't see the dirt?
ReplyDeleteI think there is a place somewhere that all the missing socks go...I lose at least one half of a pair every couple of weeks.
Hilarious! I think they are probably with all the single socks that have somehow managed to escape from my house. Maybe they are vacationing together in Puerto Rico. I have an entire drawer, did you catch that? AN ENTIRE DRAWER full of unmatched socks? Where do they go? Gotta be Puerto Rico or the Mystical Sock Vortex. One or the other, that's for sure.
ReplyDeleteI swear I have the same problems. I can never find a matching pair of socks in my house? Where do they go?
ReplyDeleteHey, I wanted to let you know you didn't sound preachy at all, you should hear me! I agree with you about theatre but for some reason she is resistant to it. She's a puzzler.
ReplyDeleteMy son lost everything in his school locker. Socks, jackets, sneakers...
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