Please tell me I’m not the only one in this Sunday night hell right now.

by JEZTURNER

16 comments
  1. Pile of socks to pair and Antiques Roadshow, my idea of personal bliss.

  2. THE worst is deciding to strip the bed Sunday morning and forgetting about it just before you go to jump in to sleep 🙃🤬

  3. Each member of my family have a large lingerie bag to put socks in to be washed, so that makes it somewhat easier to sort.

    I sit down and watch a show / movie while sorting laundry and socks.

  4. A dream of mine is to throw all my socks away and just buy white or black socks… Then I’ll never need to pair them again!

  5. I have a carrier bag full of odd socks, I have absolutely no idea where they keep going

  6. We have a socktopus (peg hanger thingy from Ikea) and all the socks get paired straight out of the wash and dried on there. Very rarely have odd sock traumas now

  7. Hell is when you have this pile and they are all odd socks.

    There’s a reason I wash my clothes separately from the wife and kids.

  8. Just wear odd socks mate. Problem solved, grab any 2 in the morning and crack on

    I’ve been doing it for decades

  9. When I was a teenager, my mother worked as a midwife. In her job, she wore plain black socks. My school uniform was also plain black socks. We wore slightly different sizes. My younger sister also wore different sized socks, again in black. Count your blessings. You have different colours to work with and you don’t have to measure every sock against others to determine the owner. How she survived it I’m not sure, and I think it was probably influential in her decision to quit the NHS and run a community arts charity instead.

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