I Hate Folding Clothes Because of Socks


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I enjoy a cool breezy day. Blue skys marked with puffy white clouds, bring a smile to my face. The slight warmth of the sun touches my skin. Ahhh what a great feeling! A feeling I know nothing about currently, because I am folding clothes. Folding clothes is actually a pretty simple task. A task that allows you to sit, relax, watch TV, listen to music, and much more. However, I hate folding clothes because of socks!

There has never and I mean never been a time when folding clothes was a completely enjoyable task. Overall it probably ranks number one on my household list of tasks I actually want to do. As I reach into the big pile of clothes I recently dumped onto my bed I grab a shirt. No problem. Some shorts. Easy. Pants. A little extra arm work,  but who am I to complain. Then I absently reach into the pile, because my attention now belongs to an episode of Psych that I’ve seen numerous times. What have we here? A sock…great! The sock gets tossed to the “sock pile for later sorting.”

As the day goes on and all of the laundry is done, I am left with the infamous “sock pile for later sorting.” Later is now, and sorting sucks!  I take on the daunting task by first sorting by color. If I can make a match now I am thrilled. In fact I do a quick celebratory dance every time I get a match without further investigation. Next, it’s size time. Between my husband, myself, and two sons (9 &2), the sizes of the socks vary.  At this point I look for the tiny socks in each color and they are moved out of the way and matched (that’s the easiest part). Then, it’s on to pulling out my socks. I never have issues here.  Finally, the challenge arises!

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Between my husband and my oldest son, they have fifty thousand pairs of socks (overexaggerated figure, but you get the point). They have knee length, calf length, ankle socks, no-show socks, ribbed socks, dress socks, Happy Socks, socks with a red line, socks with a blue line, socks with names, socks without names. I feel like a Dr.  Seuss book! 

After finally matching most of the socks, I am left with the head scratching task of figuring what to do with all of the pairless socks spread before me. I know exactly what I am going to do…put them to be washed for next time. Hopefully their twins will show up in the next wash.

K. A. Smith

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  1. JustDeb
    May 04, 2014 @ 12:05:49

    I am running out of socks. I have to go to the laundromat now and the last two times I went I have left the clean socks in one of the baskets. I will soon have to dump them on the bed and sort them. Hate it!!

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  2. lefraise2002
    May 12, 2014 @ 10:26:09

    I am so glad to know I am not alone!

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  3. Masala & Blarney
    May 16, 2014 @ 18:37:24

    I like doing laundry – I just hate folding it and putting it away. I’m just now seeing this. I thought I was following you and was all like why is “fraise” (that is how I think of you) not showing up in my reader…..so I had to track you down.

    I do hope the socks have not eaten you.

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