Thursday, January 29, 2009
The missing sock.....
Okay, being Irish I think I am starting to believe in the "little people". You know, leprechauns. You think I am losing my mind, but seriously, I have no other explanation. Stuff is going missing. One sock, one mitten, one glove, one child. Just kidding....about the kid that is. How can I go to the store, every August, buy new underwear, new socks, school supplies, all that jazz, and not six months later, one sock of everybody's is missing? Just one. Someone is messing with my mind. Seriously. That lone sock staring at me from atop the dryer. Mocking me. Messing with me. It is not under the bed, behind the hamper or under the mattress. I have looked. That is what they want me to do. Then I give up, throw out the lone sock, and then find the other sock in the freezer or something. Happens every time.
So where do the all the lost socks go? And what about the mittens. Janet cleaned out the gloves and scarves and we have thirteen unmatched pairs. Thirteen for cripes sake. What the heck. I am not an idiot and so unorganized that my house is chaos. I admit that when I had three in diapers, it was a different story. But now that they are all in school, I can do this and do it well. So what is happening to all the socks and mittens? Call CSI or something. I have no answers, only more questions.
Who comes in a steals the socks and then returns them just to mess with me? Who is it? I would suspect my husband, but he is so anal it bugs him more than me. My only answer is the leprechauns. Not because the socks go missing. But because they show up only after I have lost all hope. This is obviously the work of someone messing with the momma.
They better stay hidden, because there is nothing worse than a momma scorned. Ask someone who called their precious little boy a cute little girl for the hundredth time. They will not go home unscathed, they have to pay. Nobody should mess with the momma. We are tough, we are strong and we will not be messed with.
So what's missing in your house? Share the love and if you catch the leprechaun, give him a good shot for me.
God bless you and yours.