socks will be the death of me
My friend Amy once wrote that shoes would be the end of her.
I remember nodding my head in agreement at her description of the frustration kids+shoes can cause, except that in my house, shoes aren't really the problem. It's those stupid socks.
Not Eric and I, of course. Other than the "where in the world did that other sock go" problem of single socks disappearing in the laundry, which I think is a universal problem and not unique to only our household, we have no problems with our socks.
The girls are a different story. Beth is anti-sock, and quite vehement about it. She doesn't like that little seam across the toe. It has to be positioned just exactly right and perfectly straight. I've tried turning her socks inside out so the seam does not rub her toes, but she doesn't like that, either. It seems to offend her aesthetic sensibilities. The heel can be a problem too, as can whether or not the sock is folded down over her ankle, and if so the manner in which it is folded...I could go on and on. I think she just dislikes the way socks feel on her feet, for whatever reason.
Lucy, on the other hand, loves socks, but she has gotten to the point where she wants to do everything "mySEFF!" This extends to many tasks in general, but socks in particular. She pulls them out of the drawer and tries and tries to get the things on her feet, but getting all those little toes into the opening is more than she can manage yet. She still insists on trying, though, and it takes many failed attempts before she gives up and lets me put them on. I do appreciate her persistence, but it would be so much faster if I just did it for her. I know one of these days she'll get a sock on herSEFF, and what a happy day that will be.
Between Beth insisting on sock perfection and Lucy aiming for sock independence, on a day when we all have to get out the door at a certain time, socks can add a good 10 minutes to our routine. And I'm not that patient, nor do I generally have an extra 10 minutes to devote to socks. So, maybe I'm a bad mommy, but we often just skip the darn things, even if it is cold outside. Sticking bare feet into rubber boots is so much easier. I figure if their feet were really freezing, they wouldn't make such a fuss about sock-putting-on. In the meantime, I'm counting down the days until it's warm enough for sandals.
I remember nodding my head in agreement at her description of the frustration kids+shoes can cause, except that in my house, shoes aren't really the problem. It's those stupid socks.
Not Eric and I, of course. Other than the "where in the world did that other sock go" problem of single socks disappearing in the laundry, which I think is a universal problem and not unique to only our household, we have no problems with our socks.
The girls are a different story. Beth is anti-sock, and quite vehement about it. She doesn't like that little seam across the toe. It has to be positioned just exactly right and perfectly straight. I've tried turning her socks inside out so the seam does not rub her toes, but she doesn't like that, either. It seems to offend her aesthetic sensibilities. The heel can be a problem too, as can whether or not the sock is folded down over her ankle, and if so the manner in which it is folded...I could go on and on. I think she just dislikes the way socks feel on her feet, for whatever reason.
Lucy, on the other hand, loves socks, but she has gotten to the point where she wants to do everything "mySEFF!" This extends to many tasks in general, but socks in particular. She pulls them out of the drawer and tries and tries to get the things on her feet, but getting all those little toes into the opening is more than she can manage yet. She still insists on trying, though, and it takes many failed attempts before she gives up and lets me put them on. I do appreciate her persistence, but it would be so much faster if I just did it for her. I know one of these days she'll get a sock on herSEFF, and what a happy day that will be.
Between Beth insisting on sock perfection and Lucy aiming for sock independence, on a day when we all have to get out the door at a certain time, socks can add a good 10 minutes to our routine. And I'm not that patient, nor do I generally have an extra 10 minutes to devote to socks. So, maybe I'm a bad mommy, but we often just skip the darn things, even if it is cold outside. Sticking bare feet into rubber boots is so much easier. I figure if their feet were really freezing, they wouldn't make such a fuss about sock-putting-on. In the meantime, I'm counting down the days until it's warm enough for sandals.
1 comments:
Ohhhh, can I relate! In fact, the word "socks" has become an expletive in our household. The children imitate me, striding around, thundercloud of doom hovering over my head, picking up the stray bits of cloth that are found EVERYWHERE (in the hall, under the bedclothes, in closet corners, tucked under couch cushions) and yelling, "SOCKS!!" In our house, Rebecca is the offender. She hasn't liked socks, or shoes, for that matter, since infancy. The second she's in the house, off come both, to be left strewn over several square feet wherever she felt like flinging them. Then, when she needs to go outside for some reason, does she go put them back on? Nooo. She goes to get a NEW pair, which then are flung off in a new place as soon as she comes back inside. I am considering gluing a pair of flip-flops to her soles.
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