The Joy of Sox
DEAR MARGO: I recently married the love of my life (after six years of being single), and he has given me the opportunity to be a stay-at-home mom so that I can take care of my two children from a previous relationship. I have taken on all of the responsibilities of a homemaker from cooking dinner most nights to doing the laundry.
One thing that has given me pause is the fact that my husband throws his socks into the basket without turning the socks right side out. I don't want to reach into dirty socks to turn them right side out. Is it too much to ask that he turn them right side out himself before tossing them in the basket?
--- DISCONCERTED WITH SOCKS
DEAR DIS: I am going to channel my mother on this one. It is a piece of advice she gave me long ago. She actually used leaving socks on the floor as the example. Her position was that the little stuff wasn't worth making a fuss over or getting annoyed about. In your situation, this man sounds like a gem, so maybe turning his socks inside out is not too much to do for him. (If this chore really grosses you out, put on rubber gloves when you do it.)
And perhaps you might say -- once -- "Darling, it would be such a help if you could turn your socks right side out when you take them off." Or, to be practical, wash them the way he leaves them, because that is actually the part that needs laundering.
--- MARGO, PRUDENTLY
Margo is the daughter of Ann Landers. Roy sent me this link because it sounded like me when I first started to do his laundry. I would bitch and moan that his socks were inside out, and they aren't short socks, they're the long socks, so it's a PIA to turn them inside out. After a month or two of putting up with this weird behavior, I told him that it was a PIA to turn your socks inside out. He looked at me and said, "Yeah, but that's the part that needs to be cleaned!" Mind you, that was a smart answer, but you know what? The entire sock gets soaked in soapy water, what's the difference does it make?!
After mentioning this, I only see stray inside out socks here and there. It was enough for me that he learned to put his dirty socks in a laundry basket instead on the floor. Except for the last week. BOTH of our clothes are all over the closet floor. LOL!
