I hate socks. HATE them. I used to have a rather tolerant relationship with socks, now I view them as the enemy, on a mission to drive me nuts. It doesnt matter how many I buy for the kids or for the hub, they just disappear....Everyone knows about the great mystery of the disappearing sock in the laundry, but what about when they ALL disappear? Thats whats happening to me. I just BOUGHT socks for the little boy, now he's down to just a few pair, and now I have to buy them again. Seriously? What IS going on?
For a few days I thought our puppy was doing something with them, because I have caught him running through the house with one here or there in his cute wittle mouf, but since Ive been careful, and they are still disappearing. It takes Sooooo long too, to sort them and remember who has what type of sock. Im forever putting the wrong socks in people's drawers, and children are forever criss crossing hallways and going up and down stairs to trade socks because Im incompetant when it comes to that. Im about ready to give up and tell everyone to keep track of their own damn socks.
I feel like crazy dog lady now for sure (shut up those of you who know me..you may already feel that way about me, but I havent until now). Today I took THREE dogs to the vet, and the other day I took 4 to the groomer. Rocky had his little gonads snipped, Carmen had her teeth cleaned and Joey Bug got some shots. Pretty expensive stuff, but its got to be done, know what I mean?
Tonight S finally got it! She can now ride a bike. Her brothers learned last year...and she just couldnt do it. Tonight she was bored and watching A ride around on his bike, so she took L's bike and decided to give it another try. She came running into the house all excited. She keeps walking around saying, "Im so proud of myself", and "I cant beleive I couldnt DO that last year, its so easy!" Good for her.
Tommorrow A is going on his first cubscouts activity. They are having cubmobile races. He's excited, and Im excited for him. I think L is going to stay home...he has massive amounts of mucas flowing from his nose and a nasty cough. He is supposed to go on a (wait for it) SPELUNKING (such a neat word) trip next weekend and I want him well. But really, if you could have seen what came out of that boy's face earlier tonight.....