I admit. I let it get way out of hand. I hate folding socks so much that I will let them accumulate until there's a mountain of the little white things.
Little and white. That's the perfect description. There are very few colored ones. They all look the same, except for the mysterious fact that some are supposed to be for "12-24 months," others for "2-4 years," and the vast majority of which are not labelled in any which form or fashion. Thus, it's left completely to your discretion to guess who in the world the little socks belong to.
After 30 minutes or so of trying to match the ones with high cuffs, low cuffs, blue stripes, gray stripes, butterflies, lace, stretched elastic, etc., you finally have separated them all into a variety of smaller piles. One for each member of your family, and one sad pile of lonely socks who have lost their soulmates to the hungry dryer.
This was my evening. How was yours?
The original pile
The pile of lonely socks without soulmates at the end of it all
Too funny - on Monday I got so fed up with trying to dig through the laundry I still haven't folded to find socks for my older daughter to take on her over night stay that I called up my hubby who was already at Walmart and asked him to buy her two new packages of socks!
ReplyDeleteWe have a "sock box" and when my kids get in trouble and owe us a chore, we make them mate sockS for twenty minutes.
I'm with you, I hate this chore too!