Yesterday, I was reading one of my favorite bloggers who was showing the destruction her children had made in her house while she was busy. I made a joking comment about not being the only house where socks are left in random places.
I was referring to the fact that the wee ones tend to take off their socks when playing in the basement and leaving them near the foot of the slide. And whenever they go to nap, they take off their socks and put them either somewhere to the side of their beds or under their beds.
Then I walked over to the kitchen this morning. And I saw something that made me realize I need to be very careful how I’m commenting, as karma seems out to get me lately.
This one? Totally my husband. Little Miss had taken off her socks and given them to my husband who apparently decided that the kitchen counter was an appropriate place for dirty socks.
I’ve since Clorox-wiped every eating surface in my house. I’m in real trouble, aren’t I?