Crazy little thing called love coping, silly little thing like managing children’s socks…wait, what??

Come again…?

I love with three school-age kids, not so little anymore. And I’m not the most strict dad, fairly moderate, I’d say.

Maybe too lax on clothing management. Where the clothes go after one takes ones clothes off in some fashion, I’m talking about. Like when one gets home from school, I’m talking about.

It’s comical, mostly. Until I try to tighten it up and have my kids improve their process.

Mostly sweatshirts and flannels go on the back of chairs, or the couch. Mostly socks go on the floor wherever they are removed.

And then often the socks start to quietly, mysteriously scatter.

Scatter?

Well, it seems so. Because when I start picking them up I sometimes can find one of the pair.

Where do the socks go?

And then maybe I find them. Under the couch. Under the piano. In the corner. You get the idea.

Sigh. The glamour of parenting.

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