When I’m out and about, the inevitable question arises: “Where are your baby’s socks?” Honestly, I have no clue. It’s a mystery I find myself contemplating daily. How is it that my little one starts the day with socks on, only to have them vanish by the time we arrive anywhere?
Here are some of my theories on their disappearance:
- They’re somewhere in the car.
- He might have eaten them.
- He’s secretly a magician practicing his tricks.
- He discarded them before we even reached the vehicle.
- He’s in cahoots with the dogs.
- He throws them out the window as we drive.
- He’s stashing them in his diaper.
- He could be running a black market sock operation.
- Maybe he’s donating them to a sockless baby charity.
- Or, he’s just testing my patience to see how long it takes before I lose my mind.
I’ve spent a fortune on socks—seriously, my credit card could confirm that fact. Yet, there are no socks to be found in his drawers or closets, only evidence of my futile attempts. They seem to disappear as quickly as I buy them.
I know that when I walk into a store with my baby dressed warmly but sockless, I can feel the stares and hear the whispers: “That baby should have socks on!” Well, unless I plan on supergluing them to his feet, they’re not staying on. So, I’d prefer if the judgmental vibes stayed away.
I even tried keeping a spare pair stashed in my purse, fully embracing my new role as “the crazy sock lady.” I’ve put them on him while shopping, only to find his little toes peeking out moments later, as if to taunt me. It’s just not worth the hassle.
There are countless other things I could be doing with my time—like chasing him around the house, searching for unique recipes on Pinterest that I’ll probably never try, or catching up on reruns of my favorite shows. I refuse to let your opinions dictate my parenting journey because, let’s face it: my child is clean, breathing, and certainly not freezing to death! I call that a win.
So, if you see me and my little one out in public sans socks, know that it’s not a reflection of my parenting skills (or maybe it is?). Right now, this no-sock phase is all about maintaining my sanity. Some kids dislike green beans; mine just happens to dislike socks. And honestly, I’m over it. No socks for anyone!
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In summary, I’m letting go of the sock struggle for my own peace of mind. Parenting is hard enough without stressing over where those pesky socks have gone!