But, I digress. I spent the better part of last week looking for said sock (did I mention it’s pale pink with cute polka dots on it, and the toe and heel are periwinkle? Do you see now why I just had to find it?). I went thru all the clean and dirty laundry, looked under beds, under the washer and dryer. Still, no sock. It became an obession that went something like this: “Meg, have you seen my polka dot sock?” “Drew, have you seen my polka dot sock?” “Doug, what did you do with my polka dot sock?” WOW. I had so many other things to obsess about, like my other home needing a tenant ASAP, and the state of my kitchen, but I focused my energies on that darn sock. After doing laundry again this weekend, said sock was nowhere to be found and I was pretty sad.
But this morning, I triumphed! I decided to go thru the twins’ bureau, just in case. Guess what I found? Oh come on, guess! You’re right~my sock. Sitting on top of the girls’ jammies in the bottom drawer of their bureau. I held it up high and yelled “I found my sock!” like I’d found a million dollar check hidden in there. Who knew that such a little thing could make me so happy?
Then my husband came home at lunch and made fun of the gray streaks in my hair, and that hapiness just went away. He did tell me that I “should go get that colored right away” as if that made things better. I know he meant well. However, I am just reminding him that he can end up in the doghouse with Swistle’s husband, so he best be careful.