I don't like socks. I don't like wearing socks. I don't like folding socks. I don't like putting socks away.
I procrastinate with many household chores. Mainly, unloading the dishwasher and folding socks. These two chores give me no satisfaction of a job well done. The sink is full before the dishwasher finishes, and I can never match up all the socks. I feel like an utter failure. Not only that, but socks make me feel stupid! If I can't figure out which sock belongs with another, how can I expect my 3 year old to help?
Who needs that sort of discouragement!?!?! Life is too short for downers like a box full of lonely socks! Have you ever noticed how they breed like rabbits?
When my kids are older, I will delegate. Until then, I will whine like a little girl (I've been taking lessons from the 3 and 4 year olds).