I have a thing about socks: they must match one another, they must match the outfit and absolutely, positively must not have ANY HOLES. Not just on myself, but on my kids and husband, too. It’s one of those rare things that really embarrasses me because I feel if my kids and spouse are wearing mismatched and holey socks then that is somehow a direct reflection on me and my ability to present my family in public. And the ironic thing is…they could absolutely care less what is on their respective feet. Even more ironic is that I don’t feel any embarrassment if they wear wrinkled, stained or ripped clothing…just the socks.
Anyway, yesterday a friend stopped by to return something we loaned out and my husband and I were enjoying casual conversation with him in our family room. To my horror, I noticed that my husband had two toes happily sticking out of his right sock while the heel of his left foot was clearly seen from the 2-inch diameter hole of it’s sock. Not only that…but one sock had a Champion logo on it and the other had a Hanes logo. AAAUUUGGGHHHHH! I couldn’t believe my eyes so I got up from the couch to inspect the incredulous sight at closer range because I couldn’t, for the life of me, understand how they even ended up in his sock drawer. Standard practice while I fold clothes is to sift out all the ripped socks and clearly mark them with the word “DUST” in permanent black marker and move them to their new “dust pile” home elsewhere in the laundry room. Here’s what I found when I got a closer look:
Uh-huh. See that?
He started out his day barefoot then at some point decided he needed to put socks on and rather than go aaaaaaall the way up 11 stairs to retrieve a pair from his sock drawer, he would see what was more handily available out of the much closer laundry room. So he grabbed two random socks from the laundry room “dust pile” and blindly put them on his feet. His ADD brain gave no consideration whatsoever to the holes OR to the very clearly marked word “DUST” on them. And even after the revelation, as I pulled the socks off his feet, he simply laughed at his goofiness. As did I.
This ADD moment ranks right up there with the time he went to the grocery store for just one gallon of milk and returned home without it after paying for it at the store (he left it on the counter). And also the time he came out of the shower exclaiming how WONDERFUL my new battery-operated exfoliator was when, in fact, it was my Black & Decker Scum Buster that I left in there because I didn’t finish busting the scum out of the shower.
Living with an ADD spouse does has it challenges…but it also provides it’s share of levity. Love ya, Honey!!!