A tale of 2 socks

I hate socks. That is, socks that are "supposed" to be matched and put into the right child's drawer. In our laundry, we have white socks that say "12-24 months", "2-3 years", and "3-4 years" on their soles. We have lots of patterned socks in 2 sizes, one size for each girl. And we have a whole host of random purple, pink, red, yellow, blue, green socks. All sizes. (You should all know, however, that I do have a good handle on what socks are Isaac's, so no worries that my girls are wearing his socks! At least I don't think so...) That adds up to at least 230 different socks in my home. You might think that at any given time, we could come up with 2 that are the same pattern and size. Umm... rarely.

Several months ago, there was a segment on our local news station with moms that talked about how far we are now from the 1950's and the "perfect homes" that women were expected to keep. The panel of moms were talking amongst themselves and were saying to each other, "We can't always find 2 matching socks for our kids. It's ok." One of the moms answered, "I'm lucky to find 2 socks. Forget if they match!" I was like, "AMEN, sister!"


What is it about socks? My girls are dressing themselves most days (except for Sunday- I must approve Sunday clothes). And I tell you, a serious party happens upstairs when the girls find 2 socks that match each other. They run downstairs yelling, "Mommy! Mommy, LOOK!!" WOOHOO! We celebrate.

Yep. Uh-huh. I did NOT dress her, I promise.

So, tell me - can YOU find 2 matching socks in your house? (No fair if you have all boys).

Blessings to you!

Jenny