Matching Socks

I really should not match socks when I have a headache. I am trying to catch up with laundry today, and I have folded several baskets of laundry already.

Since one of my New Year's Resolutions was to teach Drew and Gracie to help with household chores, they are helping me fold laundry today. Gracie thinks this is a great game. She pretends that the pillow is her scrub board and the couch is the stream in which she must wash each piece of laundry before I fold it to put it away. Drew is running off with socks and dropping them in random places around the house. As much as I love having Drew and Gracie participate in my daily chores, it does make everything take longer.

Back to matching socks. I got down to the last two socks in the laundry basket ... and they didn't match. I looked at them closely and noticed that I had already folded one sock that looked identical to one of the remaining two and put it into my husband's drawer. The only problem is that he only has one pair that has that particular pattern. I went to check his sock drawer, and sure enough, I had folded the other sock to that pair with a sock that did not match it at all. I can just imagine the fun my husband would have at work trying to explain why his socks did not match. NOT. So, I refolded that sock with its mate.

The only problem is that I am still left with two socks that don't match each other. Maybe I need to check all the socks in my husband's drawer to make sure I matched them correctly. Or maybe I'll just wait and hope that the mates for those two socks show up in the wash eventually.