True confession: I am a horrid sock matcher. Horrid. Give me a dirty bathroom or window to clean any day over weeding through sock heaven.
Feel better? Know your not alone in abhorring some aspect of keeping up with domestic responsibilities with children.
Typically, I tend to the big basket of unmatched socks when my 3 year old runs out of socks that are fairly similar or my husband runs out of dress socks for work. But lately, my climb through life has been so uphill that I’ve. Just. Let. Go. Of. Sock world.
Do you ever feel like your holding so much together…your ‘do not forget list’…grocery list…reading and tucking in each child…the demands of other teachers and coaches…laundry…homework…dentist appointments…not to mention the 10 things you simply didn’t get to yesterday? So much so that you just have to choose which ball gets dropped?
Well, I knew this was happening but it was a minor ball dropping, so I thought, compared to the other 50 balls I am keeping in the air until one morning last week my husband came into the kitchen to find me stirring grits with a super confused look on his face. “Are YOU wearing MY dress socks?”
Gulp. White faced, suddenly standing naked before him, I found myself embarrassed. “Yes, I am. I couldn’t find any others and didn’t want to wear wool hiking socks,” I said staring down at the grits in hopes to send him back to the room to get ready for work.
“Well, babe I’d appreciate it if you didn’t do that again. I’ve been going downstairs to match socks the night before and it’s really frustrating to be going down there again this morning.”
Caught. Red. Handed. How dumb I felt wearing his stripped black dress socks with the band that grips your calf so they won’t fall down. How I wished I could put my hands on my cute socks that I like. I don’t want to wear mens socks for heaven’s sakes! But, I don’t have time to do it all perfectly and well!!! AHHHH!
Now, it may not be socks, but you know there is some struggle or weakness that has you feeling humbled or inadequate. We all do. What is yours…a strong willed child, a hitter, an inability to get everyone out of the house without yelling. What area are you feeling like You. Just. Can’t. Measure. Up. Anymore.
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