I know it’s my fault for not doing the laundry as often as I should. But seriously… 100 pairs of socks is ridiculous. For those of you that have lost your mathematical organ – that’s 200 individual socks to turn right side out.
I’m a sock-turning-right-side-inner-freak. All socks must be in their “meant to be worn as” position BEFORE they hit the washing machine. I feel they get cleaner this way. Now, if you save your sock turning for AFTER they’ve been washed and dried, well, I won’t hold it against you. Either way, we fight the same battle. Those little buggers have to be turned right side out at some point, right?
I had spent one of those days getting caught up on my laundry (aka Mt. Never-Endest). I was at risk of being driven to my homicidal tendencies if I had to turn one more sock right side out. Seriously, I was at the end of my sock-turning rope. When my hubby came home that evening, I was a disgusting, sweaty mess from all of my sock-turning toils.
And I was irritated.
My hubby had gone to change into his shorts, (as he always does after work) and that’s where I found him and initiated my attack. Flustered, and with my arms flailing around in passionate demonstration of my feelings of loathing for sock-turning, I pleaded with my husband to take his socks off each day in a manner that would not cause them to be turned inside out.
“Please… for me and for my sanity… I beg of you.”
My darling husband looked at me, smiled, kissed me on the forehead, and left the room.
I thought, “I might as well have been talking like the adults in the Charlie Brown cartoons…’Whaaa whaa whaaaa wha wha’… because he didn’t hear a word I just said.”
These events took place about two years ago.
Can you guess what I’ve yet to see?
In the following two years (give or take) I’ve not seen…
one single sock…
one single time…
turned inside out.
Did ya catch that?
Not once has that man put a sock into the laundry without having made sure it was right side out. I’ve not found one-single-solitary-loathsome-inside out sock since then. Which leads me to this…
My husband rocks my socks off!
I asked him one time and that was it. That was enough for him to completely change a habit. And it’s a silly thing… I understand that. But he did it for me anyway. For my sanity. Because he loves me.
And because he wants me not to attack him when he comes home from work.
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