Socks.

If there’s one thing that constantly irritates me it’s doing laundry and discovering yet another missing sock.

Seriously, folks.  What the hell happens to socks in the laundry? I make every effort to ensure that when socks go into the washing machine, they go in as pairs. Yet, time and time again, by the time they’ve come out of the dryer, a sock (or three) is missing.

At least a few times a month, I spend about a half an hour going through the “sock pile” on the table next to the washer and dryer in order to match pairs.  It’s quite funny, actually; the satisfaction one gets when a pair is made. (That, or my life is pretty boring right now, I’m not sure which.)

Perhaps you don’t have such a sock pile?  Not sure what it looks like?  Allow me to demonstrate:

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No matter what I do, I cannot seem to shrink this pile.  Today I made eight sets of socks happy.  Eight!

It’s the little things, right?

Welcome, February!

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So, apparently today is Groundhog Day. Depending on who you trust, one groundhog says it’ll be an early spring, another says it’ll be a long winter. Really, what difference does it make?  Spring officially starts March 21st.  It might be cold that day, or not. I’ll still be off work so it’s all good to me.

Husband took daughter to the museum today to show her the gemstones and minerals.  I am home with the two boys, one of whom just woke up from his nap and demanded a cookie.  The baby had an epic 2.5 hour nap this morning, woke up about an hour ago and is back down for another nap. Laundry is washing, the first of oh, about 20 loads today.  Ugh.

That’s the one thing I didn’t anticipate having three kids – the sheer volume of clothes I’d be washing.  I feel like I’m in the middle of this:

Is it wine o’clock yet?