Isn't it funny how the little things can have such an effect on our lives? I know this might seem trivial to some, but last winter SOCKS controlled my life. Seriously. Socks. I know you are thinking, "That's impossible. They are little bits of yarn. They can't control anyone." But you are forgetting that they are not just little bits of woven yarn -- they are tiny bits of yarn -- and each week we have hundreds of dirty socks. Last winter, each week I would have an entire laundry basket full of clean socks, and it would take me more than an hour to sort them! The really frustrating part, of course, was having upwards of 10 socks each week without mates! The basket of unmatched, unrolled, unfolded socks would wait for days at a time for my attention, hanging over me like a dreaded task from which there was so escape. Now, this is the point in my story when my sister or mother usually says, "Well, that's what you get for having so many kids!" True, true... but the kids are generally a source of joy to me, and I will not let socks steal that away from me!
So I started this fall season with a dramatic attempt to take back that hour of my life! We call it the Great Sock Unification. Now this is the part I feel guilty about: I threw out many, many perfectly good pairs of socks. And then I went out and bought 40 pairs of identical white socks from BJs. I know, I know -- this is the worst example of American consumerism, a travesty of our "disposable" society. And I thought it would bother me (and maybe it still does, since I am writing about it here, as if you all care about socks), but all I think of when I see the socks in the laundry basket is my new-found freedom from sorting socks. And it makes me happy. :)