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Socks Are The Devil…Gina’s Favorites

Socks Are The Devil…Gina’s Favorites

by Gina Valley

My pack and I have been traveling.  We’ve visited family, and spent lots of fun time being together.

Now, we are finally home and spending the day unpacking, corralling dirty laundry, and scheduling appointments.

Humor Funny Humorous Family Life Love Laugh Laughter Parenting Mom Moms Dad Dads Parenting Child Kid Kids Children Son Sons Daughter Daughters Brother Brothers Sister Sisters Grandparent Grandma Grandpa Grandparents Grandfather Grandmother Parenting Gina Valley Socks Are The Devil…Gina’s Favorites Disappearing Socks Laundry MysteryAs I planned to spend our first couple days home taking care of vacation detritus, I’ve gone through my posts and queued up favorites to keep you in giggles while I’m on hold with the doctor’s office and sorting dirty laundry.

I hope you enjoy this Gina’s Favorites.

And, I hope you stop and take time to hang out with and giggle with your loved ones, too.

Thank you for reading and sharing.

Laugh Out Loud!

-gina

Today’s Gina’s Favorites post is my Socks Are The Devil post. You can read my Socks Are The Devil  post below in its entirety, or, for you hardcore readers, you can click on one of these magic links to read my Socks Are The Devil post in its original location.

Either way, I’ll meet you at Socks Are The Devil.  You bring the iced tea.  I’ll bring the giggles.

Socks Are The Devil

They’re trying to drive me insane.

No, not my pack.

Well, them, too, but I’m talking about those knit, Ninja-skilled, foot festooners.

Humor Funny Humorous Family Life Love Laugh Laughter Parenting Mom Moms Dad Dads Parenting Child Kid Kids Children Son Sons Daughter Daughters Brother Brothers Sister Sisters Grandparent Grandma Grandpa Grandparents Grandfather Grandmother Parenting Gina Valley Socks Are The Devil…Gina’s Favorites Disappearing Socks Laundry MysteryIs there anything more futile and infuriating than trying to keep a supply of clean, paired up socks?

Oh.  My.  Gosh.

Why is that absolutely impossible to do?

Socks seem to disappear at our home right before our eyes.  I’m not sure whether to call it a miracle or a curse, but whatever it is, I can’t seem to stop it.

Once I bought a pack of 12 pairs for Son#4 at the Big Blue store.  By the time we got to our van in the parking lot, the package was down to 10 pairs.  By the time we got home, it was already down to 8.  And, he hadn’t even opened the package yet.

Chances are, of those 8 pairs, only 3 pairs actually made it to the laundry room for cleaning and re-wearing, while the rest took off to live stinky, free-range lives under the bathroom cabinet, in the back of his closet, or in our breakfast cereal cabinet.

Why can’t my family get their dirty socks off of their feet and directly into our laundry room, without a 3 day layover in our kitchen or living room?  I’d have the socks complain to their travel agent, if I thought it would do any good.

Humor Funny Humorous Family Life Love Laugh Laughter Parenting Mom Moms Dad Dads Parenting Child Kid Kids Children Son Sons Daughter Daughters Brother Brothers Sister Sisters Grandparent Grandma Grandpa Grandparents Grandfather Grandmother Parenting Gina Valley Socks Are The Devil…Gina’s Favorites Disappearing Socks Laundry MysteryWe have a bucket in our laundry room that dirty socks go into.  It’s actually more of a tub.  It’s hard to miss.  I keep getting larger and larger tubs, because I think the socks are climbing out.  That would explain why it seems like our supply is constantly dwindling.

Why does my pack refuse to corral the socks we can actually find?  If they would just drop their used socks into the bucket, I could work my over-bleaching magic, and produce clean, slightly transparent foot cozies for them on a regular basis.

Maybe they’re afraid to have them washed because they know how socks in our home use laundry day as a starting point to begin world travels.

My dryer doesn’t just eat an occasional sock.  No, it’s apparently running a complete sock protection and relocation program, sneaking socks across boarders and in and out of houses throughout the world.  I caught an argyle with a tiny Scottish passport in the last load I pulled from the dryer.

Of the 6 socks that made up those 3 identical pairs from the same package that I bought for Son#4 that day, only 3 socks will emerge from the laundry.  And, not a one of those 3 socks, which were identical when they entered the washer, will look even slightly like a relative of the other as they exit the dryer.

Humor Funny Humorous Family Life Love Laugh Laughter Parenting Mom Moms Dad Dads Parenting Child Kid Kids Children Son Sons Daughter Daughters Brother Brothers Sister Sisters Grandparent Grandma Grandpa Grandparents Grandfather Grandmother Parenting Gina Valley Socks Are The Devil…Gina’s Favorites Disappearing Socks Laundry MysteryHow come when I buy new socks and wash them, even though they all came out of the same package, when they come out of the drier they’re invariably all different sizes, shapes and colors?  What’s up with that?

The military should have such form-shifting and camouflage technology.

After washing a full load of more than 50 pairs of socks, I end up with about 57 individual socks, and not a matched pair in the bunch.

I‘m considering moving to Hawaii, solely so that my pack won’t have to wear socks.

I’m pretty sure the savings in sock money for the first year alone would pay for the move.

Laugh Out Loud!

-gina

Is your home a hideout for sock fugitives, too?  Do they disappear before or after you try to wash them?  Shoot me a comment with all of your suggestions for sock containment.  I’m looking forward to hearing all about it.

2 Responses
  • Susan Cooper
    July 11, 2013

    I have to laugh at this one. Disappearing socks are one of nature’s greatest mysteries. 🙂

    • gina valley
      July 12, 2013

      That is so true! It drives me nuts!