Thursday, November 19, 2009
On the subject of socks
So you may or may not know, that I have a 1 1/2 yr old and a 3 yo girls. This morning I was trying (at risk of inciting major 3 yo breakdown) to find a particular butterfly sock that was requested, found one, the other remains MIA. Cue Preschooler meltdown . . .
There are butterfly socks, flower socks, stripey socks, heart socks, even knee socks with sparkly pink hearts, and the occasional plain white sock (usually relegated to the 1 1/2 yo since she does not yet care about the power of sock fashion). When I imagined what my life would be, I did not account for the amount of time I would spend sorting little socks and wondering where in the world the matching one went.
I think this task is only beat out by the fun of trying to find matching tupperware lids for the bottoms that attack me everytime I open the cupboard.
As a serious slacker mom, I happen to think that matching socks is highly overrated . . .my 3yo apparently does not share this approach.
So this morning since the desired socks could not be found, she went to daycare sock-less . . .in Michigan, in November. (and before you call child services on me, I did leave a pair there for her, they even match).