Every morning Olivia, Luke (my dog), and I go for a walk. Without fail the most frustrating part of my day is looking for the ever elusive pair of socks. This seems to be an epidemic in the Craine household. The socks come off together, go into the hamper together, and go into the wash together...so why can't they make it back to the dresser together? While on the phone with my mother I am digging through my sock drawer and find a handful of single socks. As my mother and I are chatting away I decide to start seeing if I can find these socks their partners. I start scooting my foot underneath the edge of the bed and what do I find? Socks! However, not mine...Olivia and Tim's socks! Why are Olivia's socks in my room? Don't know and I don't think I'll ever get down to bottom of that. So, I continue to scoot some more and find some more little goodies that I haven't seen in a while. Two pairs of house slippers, an old purse, and my long lost bluetooth (has been about 1 year since I had last seen it)! I was so excited about my findings I told my mother, "I don't understand how my bluetooth ended up under the bed." Then, she says to me,"you were pregnant when these things were initially 'lost' and you couldn't bend down to pick up them up!"
Envisioning my big belly and things falling to ground made me laugh and I thought this was so comical that I had to share this... surely there are others who empathize with me!
I would like to clear something up, while yes it's true mine and Olivia's socks are on the bedroom floor, however in our defense they are in our room not in the living room, hallway, and bathroom unlike someone else in our house, whose name I will leave out, but she knows who she is. I will say if not for my wife washing all those massive piles of clothes those socks that mysteriously ends up on the bedroom floor would not be clean.....wow can't imagine the smell, so thank you sweetheart for all you do I really appreciate it
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