Confession: I Hate Socks!

Let me see if I’ve got this right… We are suppose to gather all of the socks from the scary, nooks and crannies of our children’s bedrooms, wash them with bleach, stick them in the dryer, hoping they wont get lost, take them out and make pairs, then distribute them to all the different rooms and drawers in the house….uh nice. My name is Bianca and I hate socks, I hate finding them in weird places or worse in the middle of the living room when my Visiting teachers come over. Yes, I even hate tiny little baby socks because they are even harder to find. I hate picking them up, I hate the smell of them, I hate washing them, drying them and making pairs of them, even if I am doing it while I’m watching  TV…still If I ever want to catch up with Molly…I must get to it. Always something to work on. Luckily it is almost summer, flip flop season….ahhhh no socks for a couple of months.