I have always been proud of the fact that I never lose socks in the laundry. This, however, was before I had a child. I never realized how hard it is to locate these tiny little matched socks once they have been washed and dried. Ethan’s socks seem to vanish somewhere between the hamper and the washer, the washer and the dryer, or the dryer and the dresser. I cannot figure out what happens to these socks!

Such was the case when I was doing laundry before Ethan was born. Being the conscientious new-mom-to-be, I was washing all of my baby clothes before his arrival. As I was folding and putting them away, I was left with one light blue sock. I looked high and low but could not find that sock (I have since learned that socks like to hide in obscure places like in the feet of pajamas or in the sleeve of shirts, which has helped cut my losses tremendously).

Being the OCD person that I am, the missing sock drove me absolutely crazy. I figured I must have thrown it away with a dryer sheet or something because it was nowhere to be found and I could not comprehend the fact that a sock would just vanish into thin air. I finally gave up looking, but being the pack rat that I am, I could not bring myself to get rid of the other sock, so it sat in the sock drawer for months. Just in case.

Well, wonders never cease. Yesterday when I was doing laundry, as I pulled Ethan’s clothes out of the dryer, what do you think was right on top? That little blue sock.

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