My sock problems

I have serious sock issues. It isn't a new thing. Ask my mom or Adam if you don't believe me. I vaguely remember my mom asking me where are all my socks and me looking at her in disbelief, I dunno, mom...you do the laundry you tell me. And then when it was time to change the sheets we would find all of my socks bunched up in the bottom. 

Adam has been known to come unglued when he reaches his tired feet to the bottom of our bed to find a wad up collection of socks. So, as you can see my sock problems are not new, but they have evolved into a worse problem. I just don't have any. They are not caught in front of my front-loader (thanks marissa for the suggestion), they are not bundled up at the bottom of my bed, and they are certainly not in my drawer.

Monday I had to shake my head in disgust as my sock problem has quickly spread to my whole family.

Charlie: Let me start off by saying that this past Christmas my mom bought Charlie around 10-15 pairs of socks. We are down to two pairs (one pink, thanks kate!, and one purple). Once in a while we find a random blue or red sock. Monday I had to laugh as I saw my son run around the house in baby Kate's 3 month old Irish socks our friends Glenn and Megan got for her while in Ireland. We haven't had enough time to loose them yet, so Charlie got matching socks. However, the heal part of the sock was closer to his toes than his heals and he said uh-oh everytime they fell off. Strike one!

Adam: He wears two pairs of socks everyday. One on top of the other. How can he do this to me when he knows my sock troubles. So his first pair is his tennis pair and they have crazy big wholes in the heals. The pair that goes on top is his work socks, and on Monday I happened to notice they were two different shades of brown. Another strike!

Sarah: I am not lying here I have two pairs of matching socks. One fuzzy obnoxious multi-colored one, and one pair of very busy Christmas socks. You can imagine my embarrassment when I took off my shoes at my friend Reagan's house and looked down to find my Christmas socks on. It's April. Strike Three.

Baby Kate: I think it is safe to say that she has received close to 25 pairs of newborn socks as presents, and on top of that she had at least 10 pairs of Charlie's old socks. We have lost most of them. She spends a lot of time outside sockless (and despite global warming raising the temp a bit in hmb, it still is not warm enough for no socks). Strike four. 

Lilly (dog): We have not lost any socks for her. Good Job Lilly.

So where do they all go? It is safe to assume that some of the kids socks get lost on walks, since we walk everyday and I often hear my mom, a random passer-byer, or a store clerk say, ohhh where is the baby's other sock, or on a bad day, or no socks on such a foggy day (that is when we have lost two socks on one walk).

So.....the great news is any day now I get my stimulus check, you know the save the economy, everything is alright, dont worry about gas prices, food prices, national debt, bush rocks tax rebate thing. 

And although we originally planned to pay off my student loan (sorry bush wont be helping the economy there), I have decided to use a few bucks of it to resupply the Berkowitz-Underwood sock department.

Oh, and I welcome any trick to holding on to socks!