I have little feet. Seriously, I am five foot three which means I don't need big feet to help support me. My feet are small. My mom's feet are smaller, but that's neither here nor there. All of this to say, lately, I have been finding my socks all over the house. Every time I pick one up and think "I didn't take my socks off in here." Scratching my head, I walk away to put my sock in my dirty clothes basket.
You've probably figured this out already, but it took me a few days. Yep, my children are wearing my socks! When did they get so big? Weren't they just wearing toddler socks yesterday? Oh yeah, that's right, that was Lillian and Eli. But Max and Ainsley both can wear my socks! So, since they can't seem to get their own socks to their dirty clothes basket (therefore, they never have any socks). . . . . They just come steal some of mine! I'm trying very hard to break them of this habit.
Do you have any ideas for keeping up with socks?
I'm glad I got that off my chest. Thanks for listening.
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I noticed my socks were disappearing and realized Don was sending them home with Huke and Lank, er, Luke and Hank. So I bought more socks...off they go! So I bought more socks, with pink trim this time, and they have lasted a bit longer!
I'm not above hiding things that get taken. :D
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