Socks

I had to get up earlier than usual this morning and I believe I've mentioned here once before (okay, more like a hundred and twelve times before, but who's counting?) how I'm not a morning person. 

But there was a second grade field trip and unlike Devin who would very much prefer it if I never showed my face at his school ever again, Dracen still wants mama to come to all his school functions and attend all his field trips.  And since I know from experience that these days of wanting mama around are dangerously numbered, I strive to uphold my perfect field trip attendance. 

In the early morning rush of getting everyone up, packing field trip lunches, serving a delicious breakfast of microwave pancakes and Corn Flakes and getting myself ready, I remembered that I still had not gone through the sock basket. 

Ugghhh....the dreaded SOCK BASKET.  Nothing depresses me more. 

Here's how it works....  I gather up all the dirty clothes, wash them, dry them and then fold everything except the socks which I throw all together.  At the end, I try to match them up though it never, ever fails that I end up with a pile of lonely, incompatible singles and very few happily matched couples. 

So I throw all those singles together in the singles basket as if they'll somehow magically find their soul (or in this case, I guess 'sole' is more appropriate) mate and be living happily ever after when I go to retrieve them.  But, of course, that magic never happens and I'm left with a hot mess which I find myself searching frantically through as I'm rushing against the clock to get us out of the house on time. 

I found Dracen a perfect match but as I went to take them to him, I heard yelling which told me he was in the midst of his daily morning bathroom argument with Devin to which I yelled back and then Devin let out his surrender call and said he was done and therefore exiting the bathroom. 

I put the socks on my dresser and went back to searching my closet high and low for my little travel backpack because I didn't want to interrupt what sounded like progression.  But, of course, with all the extra stuff I had to remember this morning, I forgot all about the socks. 

I told y'all a couple of months back about catching him trying to wear my fuzzy blue and white striped house socks to school.  I caught him, thank the good Lord, in the act of trying to get his shoes on over those big fluffy things that were entirely too big for his little skinny feet and put a dead halt to that little charade before it ever made it out the door. 

That is just how the Dracenator rolls.  He is extremely comfortable in his own skin and doesn't give a flyin' flip about what anyone is going to think of his fashion faux pas.  I have to admit, I envy this trait a bit myself because he most definitely did not inherit it from me. 

So, we made it into the school this morning and I was standing in his classroom listening to the announcements and pledging allegiance to the flag until time to leave for the field trip when I look over and see that he is sporting his tall kelly green baseball socks underneath his pants that have somehow started to resemble high waters since he wore them a week ago.   

I thought to myself... Ahh...Sweet.  Okay it was more like What tha? as I remembered the appropriately matched pair that were happily reunited and laying atop my dresser at home.  They didn't match his blue field trip shirt either, not even a little bit, but he couldn't have cared less.

And after I thought about it a minute, neither did I.  Because, really, what does a pair of kelly green socks that don't match your outfit have to do with having a good time after all? 

Not a thing...Not a jolly green thing!