Laundry is no fun. I know no one who likes it. Some people don’t mind it, but no one I know actually enjoys it. For me, the worst is the folding. I hate to fold laundry. Especially children’s laundry. Tiny shirts, tiny skirts, tiny panties, 3T or 5T, they all look the same. For some reason, small clothes seem to take longer to fold. But the absolute worst are the socks.
First, I cannot tell the sizes apart. I’m constantly unfolding to see if one is bigger than the other so I can try to figure out which white sock belongs to which child.
Then there are the brands. If I do manage to figure out the sizes, then I have to match the Baby Gap white sock to the other Baby Gap white and not to the Target, or Old Navy, or unlabeled white sock. I’m not good at it.
So I wind up with this:
If you look, there seems to be a large number of pink and white socks. Surely, some of them match. But if you look closely, you see this:
Every time I do laundry, I wind up with at least two mismatched socks. I keep them in a drawer and periodically check to see if any match. They almost never do.
I know the missing socks sometimes occur because my girls like to mess around and leave the socks all over the place for me to find months later.
But I honestly don’t think that accounts for all the missing socks. I am convinced somewhere out there is a little gremlin stealing my socks trying to drive me insane. He’s pretty close to achieving his mission.
What is your least favorite laundry to do? Or do you like to do laundry? If you do, are you available to come do mine?