Today was one of those days where I realised just how hard my life had gotten. And I mean hard. Oh I know...there are people out there starving and homeless, alone and afraid, dealing with disabilities you say....along with countless other trials that life throws us...but I’m wondering if they have to deal with THE Sock Monster? I am seriously thinking that this thing is the deal breaker of all deal breakers!
You see I have a drawer especially devoted to odd socks. I can’t stand the thought of un-matching socks just floating around in the kids drawers so I keep them there until the missing one magically re-appears and is able to be matched with it’s long lost buddy thus providing someone with warmth for their feet and me with endorphins because I made a match (I’m not kidding it really does!)
This drawer also provides a form of punishment for children who do the whole “mummmmm..I caaan’t find any sockkkkkssss” to which I reply (and I’m not sure why I bother anymore as almost 11 years of it hasn’t seemed to make any difference whatsoever)....”oh well you’ll have to wear some odd ones from the sock drawer!” They would rather go bare feet in the dead of winter and have their skin stick to the icy footpaths than wear odd socks of course.
Anyway lately the drawer is not doing what it’s supposed to be doing. It’s messing with my head instead of providing me with the match up buzz that I need. You see a while ago I went through and got rid of a whole heap of socks that I swear have been in there forever and I was sure were at the “beyond hope” status. I gave them to our daughters kindy so that was a great thing to do right? I mean they use them there for hand puppets. Ooohhh cute we all say. So surely that should give me brownie points within the universe. I feel you all nodding with me (and when I say you all I do mean the thousands that I imagine to be reading such riveting stuff!).
....so do you know how the universe has rewarded me? After 27 years (teeny tiny exaggeration) of being lost two of those socks have now been found! How I ask you is that fair? What did I do to deserve that? Now it’s a lose lose situation. I can’t make any match ups...nor can I go and demand my sock back from some poor kindy kid. Ripping it’s little button eyes off would just be cruel.
So here I am left with socks that have no place in my home despite being in perfectly good condition. They look new and yet they are destined for a life in the sock drawer. That is just a cruel kind of irony for ya. Oh well...I suppose I always knew the risk I was taking when I made the decision to have a clean out. There are big gains to be made in the sock matching business along with big losses. Win some lose some and all that. I still think it’s a hard pill to swallow but it won’t stop me from getting back out there people. You won’t take me down you dastardly sock monster!
socks, seriously?? You are definitely a mom.
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