I do not like socks. New, clean from the package, just purchased from the store socks are okay...but after they have been adopted by the foot and washed a few times I find them increasingly more disgusting. Needless to say as a result of this disdain I am not very good about folding socks either. In my defense I do always have a rather full 'sock basket' through which one may look for CLEAN matches! I mention this as a disclaimer to the following experience.
While at the breakfast table this morning, I had a conversation with Brigham and Claire that causes me to feel a bit of shame in regards to my ablities of perception. I noticed that Claire was wearing the tank top/undershirt she had worn the day before and I asked her if I was right. She sheepishly smiled and told me that she had worn it all week. That is right! ALL WEEK. How did I not notice? At least it is covered up by clean clothes each day. (a very small consolation) That though was nothing compared to the message Brigham delivered on the tail of Claire's revelation. Holding up his foot he says, "I've been wearing my socks since Monday.". They were the most disgusting, gray, stained, holey, limp, elastic stretched, dingy representation of cotton fibers I have ever seen! How-could-he-do-that? YUCK! There are 2 even worse realities that have occurred to me since Brigham has left for school.
#1--Brigham has to change out of his snow boots (in the main hallway) and put on his shoes when he gets to school...displaying his socks to the entire world. (clearly he is not bothered so probably I should not be either)
#2--In my state of shock and speechless astonishment I somehow failed to have him put clean socks on...so he left in Monday's socks this Friday morning!
