Wednesday, September 5, 2012
Socks. Always left all over the house. Right here by the front door, five pairs. I could write an entire post about how I can't stand all of the socks that are all over my house on any given day. Half turned inside out as they are hastily pulled off of feet. I could sit and complain that no matter how many times I tell everyone to put their socks away, don't leave them on the floor, pick those suckers up and they don't........... but I'm not going to.
No one wants to sit and read an entire post full of me complaining. I choose to be the bigger, better person. I'm going to take the higher road instead of telling you all that I kid you not when I say my house is always covered in dirty discarded socks. Socks that when you pick them up you hold them carefully between your thumb and pointer finger and as far away from your nose as possible as you carry them to the laundry room because no one else will. (Remember how many boys I have????) Unless you have a sock war.
SOCK WAR! You yell that and then all of The Native's go scrambling around to gather as many socks as they can and the winner, the one who has the most gets a prize. Usually I let them skip one of their chores. Totally worth it.
I am so glad that I have the strength of character not to complain about our sock problem and I know that you are grateful and thank me.
It feels good being a good example of not airing my dirty laundry on my blog.