First let me beg your forgiveness. I must leave for a dental appointment shortly. The hours before a dental appointment are never pretty. They are filled with nausea and incoherence and a good bit of babbling. I realize that I should just keep this all to myself, but I think these hours are also filled with lack of judgment.
These hours necessarily must also be filled with mindless tasks because concentration is sorely missing. Folding laundry fits the bill nicely. But I noticed a couple of disturbing trends in the laundry basket today.
For one thing, I'm pretty sure my daughter owns more knee socks than the population of many small nations. But I still don't understand why that means she needed to wear 13 pair in the past five days.
Maybe odder still, and definitely a tad more disturbing--why did one son have only three pair of underwear to span those five days, and the other son have eleven? I'm keeping my lips sealed as to which son was which...but frankly I'm not sure which extreme is worse.