No Socks

Here is the worst thing about laundry...

IT IS NEVER DONE.

NEVER.

Sometimes I feel all productive and efficient when I rock out a bunch of loads on a day spent home in my pajamas.  (Bet you didn't know you could feel productive AND be in pajamas, did ya?  Welcome to my world.  Don't be afraid.). So I will stare happily at the bottom of all my sorting baskets that are lined up and feel proud. 

Look at those empty baskets!

Tangible proof that I did stuff today!

No one can tell me they need a baseball jersey/blankie/favorite hoodie/lucky socks washed because...

...it is ALL clean!

Want something?  Look in your drawer!  No laundry here!

Ahhhh....

So I feel all happy and smug and I mentally cross the laundry room off my radar for the weekend.  I wear anything I want all weekend, no matter what the crazy Michigan weather is doing.  No problem.  I have burp clothes and blankies in every station in my house, no searching for one when Baby Girl uses her intestinal muscles to protest peas.  No problem.   I get kids' clothes out for church on Sunday morning and it all matches and is hole/stain free.  No problem.

Sunday night I am in bed working on shushing down babies.  Jack is standing at the dresser getting out work clothes for the morning, because after many mornings of me shooting upright and blinking like a crabby owl on speed, he has discovered that I am not fond of brights lights in the morning.  As he gathers his little pile of clothes, he says this...

"This is my last pair of socks."

What?????  How is this possible??  Laundry is DONE.  Over.  Finito.  Where are all your socks?  You must have misplaced them.  Stray animals with cold tootsies must be breaking in and stealing them.  You must accidentally be wearing six pairs at the same time.  You are acting like one of our kids and throwing clean laundry in the hamper just to make me do more and more laundry.  There must be SOME explanation, right?

Yes.

It is this...

Jack works.  Gets dirty.  Showers.  Puts on new socks.  Repeats all weekend.  Big Boy steals socks for "baseball socks". Crazy beagle dog stages war on any left in reach.  All five kids also wear clothes and pjs and use towels....

All.Weekend.Long. 

The nerve.