Blooper: That’s Not My Sock (Laundry Fail)

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You know how a lot of stay-at-home moms feel a bit guilty because they don’t contribute to the family finances? Well my husband Ted-the breadwinner- feels “guilty” because he can’t do more of the housework. Or, more specifically, because he can’t do more of the laundry.

Let me be clear…I am not terrible at doing the laundry. I manage to get most stains out and always  most of the time some of the time fold the laundry before it gets wrinkly in the dryer. So this is not an issue of me not doing the laundry right.

No….this is a much bigger battle. You see, I have figured out that what Ted really wants to do is play with our shiny new HE machines that we recently upgraded to. It’s a gadget, a machine, and he wants to play.

So, of course, being the wonderful wife that I am, I allowed him some laundry duties….I let him fold the laundry that’s in the dryer and put it away. That’s right, I played the game 😉 .

Now because he doesn’t normally do the laundry, he has had a bit of a learning curve with figuring out where things go once their folded, and I often have to direct him.

So it didn’t come as a surprise to me the other night when I was tidying up for the night while Ted was putting away the laundry and asked me where I put my socks these days. Rather than trying to explain the exact place in our closet that they go, I offered to show him in person. I finished my task and looked up to make sure he was following.

And there he was….standing with a pair of my pink socks and a sole (pun intended) gray sock that wasn’t mine. It has little stars embroidered in and says “12-24 mos” on the bottom in grippy plastic.

The conversation that followed went something like this…..

Me: “You don’t think that’s my sock, do you?”

Ted: “Uhhhh……maybe?”

Me: “So you think THIS sock will fit my foot?”

Ted: “……”

Me: Baaahaaaaaaahaaaa!

OK, I’ll give him some credit…I’m basically an oompa loompa. I’m super short and chubby and my feet are proportional. I’ve explained why I don’t battle cutting watermelons for this very reason, and I’ve come to terms with the fact that I’ll be using tongs to get things from the top shelves of cabinets for the rest of my life.

But O.M.G……this was bad. Even my size 6 woman’s foot will bust right through a toddler sock. Maybe Ted really does need practice doing the laundry. Maybe I haven’t won the battle.

But I will win the war….

Do you have a funny story about socks getting mixed up when your significant other did the laundry? What other home-related tasks have you asked him/her to do that they have made funny mistakes? Comment below!