It’s “Lost Sock Memorial” Day

Poor lost socks. They were once twins created in a factory, hoping to be mated for life. But more often than not, one gets lost in the laundry. Or behind a dresser. Or stuffed down the toilet by a toddler. And it leaves the mate wondering if they’ll ever see their twin again. If they happen to be a plain white sock, the chances are high that they’ll be paired with another like sock that also lost their mate.

Sibling-less sock #1: “Wow. Not seeing much action these days. Just floating around this drawer and missing Bill now more than ever. Can’t say that I’m missing those tennis shoes, though. They are way past their prime. Even my soft cotton fabric can’t absorb all of that smell. But I have to admit I’m missing the sunshine and that seventh period gym class. And just when our owner finally trimmed his toenails, Bill went missing. Was it the stress? Was it the odor? Where did he go? And why didn’t he take me with him?”

Sibling-less sock #2: “Wait! No! This is not my mate! George! Where are you? Nooooo!”

Sibling-less sock #1 is paired with sibling-less sock #2 and rolled into a ball. Thrown into pile with socks of similar size.

“Sibling-less sock #1: “Hey there. I’m Steve.”

“Sibling-less sock #2: (weeping quietly) “Tom. Nice to meet you.”

Sibling-less sock #1: “Guess we’ll be in this together. Sorry for your loss.”

Sibling-less sock #2: “I’m really not ready to move on. It’s not you. I’m just really missing George.”

Sibling-less sock #1: “No worries, Tom. It’s tough to move on. But it’s even tougher being stuck in the drawer for months on end. Never seeing any action. Just waiting for someone else to lose their sib. Take your time to grieve, Tom. But know I’m here. I’m right here. And I’ll do my best to never let you go.”

Steve clings to a trembling Tom, wishing that their owner would reconsider using Downy with Febreze instead of the Target brand dryer sheets, knowing that letting go would only result in severe static shock. And who needs that when you’re both in mourning?

Yes. I know. My mental illness has reached an all-time high. But I bet when you put your next pair of socks on, you’ll wonder about what conversation they’re having.

Speaking of socks, I have laundry to do. Ben and I are getting ready to go to NYC on Wednesday for scans, tests, and a bone marrow biopsy. We’ll be there from Wednesday to Saturday, so it’s just a quick visit this time. Probably won’t do a lot of sight seeing, especially since that bone marrow biopsy will leave the Bean feeling a bit sore. I’m sure we’ll make it to the Nintendo store once or twice. 🙂

Ben is feeling so much better. His mouth is healing nicely and he’s starting to eat on his own. He’s still a skinny little man despite his being on the high-calorie TPN but at least he’s trying. We have a clinic appointment Tuesday afternoon to see if he’ll need to continue on the IV nutrition. I’m hoping that we don’t have to mess with it in NYC (it requires a lot of supplies) but if Ben needs it, of course I’ll deal with it. That’s my job. I’m sure Homeland Security will question my need for loads of hypodermic needles and the various other supplies required to nourish my son. Oh well. We’ll get to the airport early.

I woke up this morning with my kiddos on either side of me. Since it’s Mother’s Day, I couldn’t ask for anything better. They each made me a special craft – always the best gift – and since I’m not a big fan of breakfast, I got a bagel and Mtn. Dew in bed. It’s 12:40 pm and I’m STILL in bed. I’m feeling a bit guilty about that, but seeing how it’s Mother’s Day, I get to do what I want, right? Oh well.

I nearly always write while I’m still in bed, I guess that’s where my brain works best, so I’m making up stories about mismatched socks to lengthen my time snuggled beneath the covers with my kiddos. Wasting the day away. Feeling guilty that Matt is cleaning up the bathroom despite recently having sinus surgery. But I’m writing! I’m pursuing my creative outlet! I shouldn’t feel guilty, right? But I do. Hmmmm. What other stories can I make up to lengthen my time snuggled in bed?

Seriously, though. Happy Mother’s Day to all the mom’s out there. It’s a beast of a job but no way would I ever give that up. My children are my world. My light. My loves. I’m a better me because of them.

That’s worth a few extra hours snuggled up with them, right?