It may be National No Sock Day, but every single day is no sock day for me! I hate them. Despise them. Loathe them.
My kids never wear them either.
Check out the post below that I wrote almost 5 years ago about the evilness of socks!
Originally posted on my previous blog, The Triplet Farm, on October 15, 2015
It’s that time of year again. There’s a chill in the air and those pesky little people socks come out of their summer hibernation. Tiny toddler socks. I hate them. Just the thought of adding to my already uncontrollable laundry mess makes me want to cry. Yesterday I failed to put them on my kids. And more than once I heard, “Where are your socks?”
I didn’t forget to cover their little toesies. The foot covers they have now don’t fit. Jase’s foot grew 4 sizes in the last year! Believe me, I did think twice about sending my kids to daycare sock-less. I’m not a completely horrible parent.
It’s just that trying to find six socks that match is like finding a needle in a haystack. I don’t have time for that. Especially on daycare mornings. And they don’t keep them on anyway. They hate them.
They got that from me. I will wear sandals until it snows. In high school I did wear sandals in the snow – fake Birkenstocks with socks. Gasp! I know, I know. It was cool back in the 90’s though, right?!
Matt and I spent our date night last night shopping for…yep, you guessed it…socks. We only made one stop as I was not in the mood to shop around. Weird, I know! More than $20 later (for socks?!) we came home with the cutest little girly and toughest looking little boy socks. Which I completely regretted once we picked up the kids from Nana and Papa’s house.
To get Jase to sit down in his car seat I showed him his new socks. He wanted to hold them. Fine. But then Henley wanted to hold hers. That would have been fine, but I only bought one package for the girls to share. Sadie exploded with tears and cried all the way home. She continued to throw a fit when I asked Henley to share, but refused. She was still crying as I carried her to her room promising that I would get them from her sister. The girls tugged back and forth until a few broke free. And then they were happy. Seriously.
Tears and hitting over socks. Tiny toddler socks. I hate them.