We're having a quick cuppa / dance (I'm the one with the coffee; she's the one doing the dancing, in case you're wondering) while I write this week's Monday Club post. I'll keep to the theme of our day.
You can find the other Monday Club posts over at Hello Wall.
Outwitting The Sock Monster
Do you have one in your house? A Sock Monster?
I've never spotted ours, but I'm certain it exists. It lurks somewhere between the laundry basket and the washing machine. The reason I know it is there, is that no matter how many pairs of socks go into the laundry basket, or into the washing machine, I am always left with an odd sock or two at the end of the wash. Somewhere along the way, no matter how hard I try to outwit the sock monster (pairing socks, putting them in a separate laundry bag, etc) it still manages to snaffle a sock or two each time I wash.
I keep the odd socks at the bottom of the ironing basket. We play matching socks fairly regularly, keeping on top of our pairs, as any good domestic goddess does. (Though if I'm honest this is nothing to with my home-making skills; this is more to do with once inventing a game to keep the twins out of mischief; it worked, and we've carried on with it ever since).
The twins have got the hang of the game, and enjoy it, seeing it as a serious competition of who can match the most pairs (which admittedly does sometimes result in some questionable couplings). Baby M is a bit too young to understand the game, preferring instead to sit in the washing basket and balance as many socks as she can on her head, or runs giggling around the house, trying to post her hoard into the toilet or out through the cat-flap, leaving a trail of fluffy footwear behind her...
I suspect we may never trace many of our misplaced socks; our Sock Monster is a clever one, that's for sure.
But on the plus side, we also, handily, enjoy making sock puppets....
