Socks, socks and more socks

Believe it or not, I do have to spend some of my time doing boring, everyday chores like laundry, dishes and vacuuming. I really don't mind doing any of it except for the laundry. Laundry in general stresses me out.

Sorting, washing, folding, hanging, putting away... ugh. I hate it all. But what stresses me the most? Socks. I loathe socks. Digging around in the dryer looking for a sock's mate, when sometimes, no matter how much looking I do, that mate is lost forever. I swear two goes into the dryer! And matching a family of five socks is no easy task. So many socks look the exact same except for the color of stitching or a small marking. So how do I deal with this? I throw all the socks in a basket without matching them, leave the laundry room and run.

I have to admit, in the states I sometimes would go buy new socks just to avoid matching them. But here it isn't so easy. So last night I sat down in front of the TV, with a glass of wine, and tackled this mess.


Two hours and 151 matched pairs later I was finished.

And out of that mess, these little guys never found their mate. (See why they stress me?!)

My Hate/Hate Relationship

I loathe the post office. I mean loathe. Kind of like how people who owe money hate commercial collection agencies. Just the idea of having to go to the post office makes me break out into a cold sweat. I have several "little gifts" sitting around my house that I have every intention of sending to the attended person, however my allergic reaction to the post office deters me from my good thoughts.

What is so bad about the post office one may ask? Honestly I don't know. Maybe it is something about the unknown lines, the lack of speed, the stupidity of some of the people in line (Doh! Was I supposed to address this letter before I got to the post office attendant?) or deciding whether to send something priority mail or first class.

I think much of my stress stems from enduring the PO with my kids. Long lines and long waits with 3 kids does not make for a happy or fun experience. Maybe if the post office had a drive thru window it would have kept me from loathing the PO as much as I do today.

But Monday I am going to have to put my fears and loathing behind me and head to the PO, ugh. The kids and I have a package to send to Matt. Actually we have had a package to send him for 2 weeks now. Oops.

Wish me luck.