Basketball moves with Daddy, a video so a Momma can kick back, the start of the boys' completed room, and my battle with socks. I am proud to say I have now won the battle. We each have one type of sock, and I just sort into four piles: husband black socks, husband white socks, boys' socks (they are close enough to share), and my socks. Each pile has a place to be put (unmatched), and when you need a pair, you reach in and grab - since they are all the same, I NEVER HAVE TO MATCH SOCKS AGAIN. When one gets a hole, throw it out. I threw away a ton of socks today (and spent $30 on new socks for my husband), but by this picture you can see that it was high time for them to go. Luckily, my boy sock supplier is super organized and already had given me a large collection of matching socks. Maybe she lives by my new system? I feel like a new woman. How much of my life do you think I will save by never matching socks again?
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