I know alot of you out there have had experiences with the dreaded sock monster. He's (notice my choice of gender here?) been an unwanted guest in my house since as long as I can remember. When my husband and I first got married, we had his kids over quite often to visit (from his first marriage) and he took residence then, and has never left.
Or, my theory is that my Mom had to live with him so long that she gave him the keys to our house and told him that we had better snacks. I would rather believe it's the former, because the latter theory conjures up images of my mother being evil (if you do not eat your peas, you will not have any dessert), and I have enough issues to contend with, if you know what I mean.
If dealing with this unruly monster isn't enough (he also leaves his hair in my brush and yogurt containers in my bedroom), my oldest daughter now wears the same size sock as I do, which results in my sock drawer being empty, and me hunting through the couch, under the bed, in the bathroom, in my purse (yes, my purse), in the garage, and in anywhere you can imagine. There are always trails of orphan socks lying around my house. Come to think of it, when I get to the end of the trail I often find empty yogurt containers. I wonder if there is a connection?
That being said, I have opened up part of a drawer in my dresser that is now the community sock drawer. On a side note here, it is my reverent hope that all orphaned socks sitting on top of the dryer will some day find their mate. It might not be until we move again, but I am determined to keep lonely socks until I get a bee in my bonnet and throw them all away. And you just know that the very next day I am going to move the recliner to sweep under it and there will be a pile of missed matched socks shouting "I want my family!" Sorry kids, your owner just totally trashed your entire family and now they are going to the dump, or to be sock puppets for the new Pee-Wee Herman show.
Yeah, and I could just imagine what MY nightmares will be about from now on.
So anyway, we now have a community sock drawer, which means I have a better chance of actually finding a pair of socks when I need them. Besides, Chickie has all of the cool socks because I buy them for her. I've been eyeing the ones with the cute little frogs on them.
Do any of you have the Sock Monster, or a relative thereof visiting your house?
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oh yes we have a sock monster.He loves to eat the littlest socks.
Brendan (oldest) wears the same size as I do right now and he is constantly wearing (and losing) my socks.
EVEN when I tell him they're girl's socks. GIRLIE feet I say.
Off he goes in my socks. Cross dressing you think?
Posted by: Pamalamadingdong at October 16, 2006 8:14 PM
I hate the sock monster! I have many orphaned socks in a big yellow bucket. I throw the single lonely fellas in the bucket in hopes that one day, the match will return. (always the optimist). About once a year I finally give up, and throw the yellow bucket contents away! I figure if they haven't showed up in that long, they must be in sock heaven!
Posted by: Suzanne at October 16, 2006 9:35 PM
We don't have a socks monster but we do have a quite extensive socks orphanage... but do like to think that the mean neighbourg steal them...
Posted by: Just a trumpet player at October 17, 2006 4:18 PM
