Remember how I forgot crazy sock day a few days ago? Well we’re celebrating now.
Sad, sad little empty sock bin.
Despite the fact that I’m caught up on laundry, there are no clean, matched socks for the boys. They had twenty pairs not that long ago, but none now. Are they shoving them down the vents? Leaving them at school? EATING them? Everyone in the house claims total ignorance.
I did find four single socks in the mismatch bin, which is a mercy, because I didn’t have to spin some tale about the Emperor’s New Socks for them to tell their teachers when they were discovered breaking the school rules on footwear.
I have said this before, but possibly my favorite thing about summer is the utter lack of sock requirement.
And now I need to go to the store.
Because socks.