Crusty Sock Duty

     As a mother, there are things you do that you just would not do unless you truly loved your children as much as you do. Things like cleaning up their vomit, changing diapers that make you gag, wiping the snotty green and gooey nose for days at a time when they have a cold.
     Luckily, I have passed these stages and my kids can pretty much take care of themselves at least physically.
     For my younger two boys I still do their laundry however, and that is a problem. You see my boys are twelve and nine and they are in the midst of the stinky sock stage. EEEWWWWEEE! 
     I come across these disgusting socks as I am loading the washing machine. They are little balls of crusty sweat and bacteria. That is NOT a good combination, I assure you. I have to confess that there have been times when I just couldn't bring myself to unball the sock and I have washed them as they were. The problem with that is they come out of the dryer just as gross as they went in. So most of the time I cowboy up and unroll them. (This is where the love and devotion come in. If I didn't love them this much, I wouldn't touch something akin to roadkill.)
     Apparently our dog loves the boys too, because he likes to take their socks and roll around on them, nap on them and collect them, but that is another blog altogether. Have a great day everyone.