Desperation Celebration Day of the Sock
Since I have been horribly fuzzy minded and disorganized lately, many things around the house have been falling through the cracks. One of those things was sock matching. Socks would go through the wash without their pair, and get thrown in a laundry basket. Day after day would go by without my managing to look for their mate. And since I seemed incapable of sitting down for a bit and getting them matched, I instead organized an entire Day of the Sock. (no, I don’t understand me, either)
On Friday, there was this proclamation before breakfast:
“Hear ye! Hear ye!
Whereas chilly autumn weather is upon, and a large percentage of body heat is transferred through feet to ceramic tile,
Whereas we are universally sick and tired of looking in our sock drawers (or on our sock shelf as the case may be) and finding them bereft of socks,
Whereas the Mama has other potential uses for the laundry basket full of one socks,
Whereas drastic sock deficiencies call for drastic sock measures,
I, Theresa Lansberry, Mama of the house, declare this day and the 24 hours contained therein, to be a
Desperation Celebration of Socks
honored by all inhabiting said house.”
I had a schedule of events which started (after checklists were over) with the Sock Prowl. The children searched under beds and in basements to find socks that were inappropriately not in the Laundry System. They found 107 total, with the biggest finder getting a fabulous prize (Samuel, with 37 socks, got a package of Mighty Beans).
Then it was on to Sock Math, where we made up sock related word problems and passed them around for all to solve. Then it was the No Mercy Sock Matching event, where socks were matched or disposed of. Of course, being matched didn’t necessarily save them either, for there were many eliminated for being holey or of a size not fitting anyone in the house. After that was Sock Shopping at T.J. Maxx, with a quick stop at JoAnn Fabrics for fabric paint.
After lunch, all the children designed their individual sockmark and painted it on their socks, making it easy to instantly identify the sock’s owner. Moriah made a fancy ‘M’, Samuel a vampire smiley face, Toby a skull, Elsie a golden crown, and Peter a pawprint.
Whew! Sock day is grueling. But nobody ever said it would be easy. We soldier on valiantly, right into preparation for Sock Celebration Dinner.
Entertainment over homemade pizza kicks off with a Sock themed Mad Libs, created by me, Elsie, and Peter. Then it is a play (with sock puppets, of course!) written and acted by Samuel and Toby, with the puppets they had crafted that afternoon with socks that had been eliminated in the No Mercy Matching Event. It was called “The Battle for the One Sock”. Moriah and Raquel came up with a list of sock trivia, with some made up facts stuck in to see if we could separate the true sock lore from the false. We didn’t do very well with that, but that made for all the more laughs.
At the end of the day, everyone had socks in their drawers and memories of a rollicking good time. It seemed an fitting way to memorialize that bit of clothing that gets walked all over. When you can find them, I mean.