A little tidbit: Brian wants to be a pilot and a shrimp catcher when he grows up! WOO HOO, I can’t wait to fly around in his jet eating fresh caught shrimp!!!!
Today, I was pairing socks in the boys’ room. I have discovered that if I put unmatched socks in Brian’s drawer, he will just pull out 2 random socks, so I have been putting unmatched socks aside and working to diminish the pile each day. Sock matching went VERY well today, and thinking back on it, I was really content whilst doing it. How is it that I can feel contentment during such a silly menial task?
So this evening, I found myself pairing socks again, this time my own and my my husband’s, and again it was really a grounding experience. Oh my, how silly do I sound? I don’t know if I have ever used the term “grounding experience” before. What is wrong with me?
Maybe it has something to do with my scatter-brain feeling 99% of the day. This is a great summary of many of my days, although you can sub coffee for tea. 
With this much nonsense occurring daily, maybe I can see how pairing sock after sock on a wet Saturday just absolutely made my day.
SOCKS. Really?
I too sadly find sock matching, and laundry in general, cathartic. Always have, even when it was in the scary basement of the house I grew up in. It’s a contemplative activity. A little bit of problem solving, but also not so taxing that your mind can’t wander. And you’re doing something productive to boot. And hey, clean socks . . .
The other approach is that of the young fellow who works for me. Let’s call him Russ (because that’s his real name). Until recently Russ did not bother matching socks. He did this to such an extent that it is/was a defining quality of his. White, ankle-length, athletic sock, matched with calf-length, brown sock? Perfect. That is, until the day I hired him away from my old company for my new company. Aside from a decent salary increase, I got him a dozen pairs of identical socks to replace the assortment of socks he’d pilfered through college years of living with 8-10 housemates. Same level of effort on his part (he is actually a very hard worker, sock choices notwithstanding), but a more professional look. And a medium to darkish grey sock doesn’t look too out of place with any color of pants. Close enough for an engineer/construction manager, anyway.
Sock Tip Of The Day: For wool socks, let the suckers air dry. Dryers kill the things in a few months, but with air drying I’ve had wool socks last several years without holes. And unlike cotton socks, they feel just as soft without using the dryer.
Yes! That is what my weekends feel like. On weekdays.. add in the same stuff for work.
After re-reading the “poem”, I noticed mom nevers puts the laundry in the dryer . . .
Pretty sure Sean would agree that every night he comes home and puts the laundry in the dryer for me!