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Standoff, Day 5
Guess whose socks those are and guess who is NOT picking them up?
I will win this battle, oh yes, I will.
rofl… you go, girl!
bring it on …
Ps I have two big sock droppers arrgghh !Not counting the midgits who pull them off in the car /playroom !
You go! I would have just thrown them away, that’s what I do when the dirty socks hang around!
good luck good luck good luck
to you! Don’t give in. Never let ‘em see you sweat.
I’m so proud of you. Dig your heels in & fight the good fight! If you need a motivator to keep your lack of cleaning going, email me & I’ll back you up. Hell, I’ve been waiting for a maid to come clean my house for 9 years. It will happen, some day.
When were you in my house to take pictures of my hubbys socks?!
You know what I do when he leaves his crap around the house? I put it in the front seat of his car. The best is when he leaves his cereal bowl on the counter. We all know how bad milk smells after sitting in a hot car.
It’s much better than a whisky sour splattered on your floor… but that’s a long bad bad story!
If you win, please tell me how!
HEY! I wondered where I left those! Or are they here and this is a clever ploy by my husband to get me to pick them up…clever indeed…
Just stumbled across your blog. Hope you win! It’s a daily battle here too.
Every woman’s last words. Ha! I do hope you win, though.
good luck! I always lose at that battle….
Did my oldest boy drop by your place? Because those look suspiciously familiar.
What will you do to him if they are still there by…say…Christmas?
Maybe you’ll be due for a chill in the air right about the time he’s out of socks… BWA ha ha ha
you go girl. may your dogs carry them away . . .and bury ‘em!
Those look so lovely…why don’t you leave them on his pillow…you know…where he rests his head after a long hard day!
Come on. It’s just two dirty socks. What’s the big deal?
Girl! You have two choices-
1.) pick them up and maim the man.
2.) all sexy like, cuddle up to the man, put the socks on his feet, then set them on fire.
Try one, trust me- he will never do it again!
You go, girl!
Good luck to you! Our wills are much stronger than theirs!
Of course…you can just hold out on “services” until the socks are picked up……just a thought!
Rather than ignore them, I’d collect them all in a box for a month, and then mail them to him. They should smell awesome.
Wishing you strength and good luck on your journey my friend.
Uh they look too big to be Carson’s…
You go girl , stick to you guns.I make hubby wash his own socks…they are way to stinky for my delicate hands to handle
Too funny. I once let my guys dirty stuff pile up on the bathroom floor for a week….and then I washed it…my OCD can only take so much! I swear they don’t even see it.
I like to hide the things my husband leaves laying around. Like his contact solution. Its in a different place every day and yet he still hasn’t figured out that if HE would put it away HE would be able to find it without asking ME where it is. Men…
Give me the strength to have a stand off too! I always cave and drag them off. No more my friend!
ha ha! Go girl! If he’s like my husband he has no clue what’s going on. Those socks could sit there a week and he’ll never notice and certainly not realize it’s ticking. me. off. Then, I’ll blow up and he’ll be all “what?” haha.
I know you will!
Good luck. I lose the battle of the cans here every other day – or every third day…
Um, I hate to admit it, but the dirty socks in our house are usually my fault.
Will you still be my friend?
Why do all men wear the same socks? Every man I’ve ever, um, dated, has had those socks. (let’s not speculate about numbers, ‘kay? thanks)And half the commenters feel that the sock belong to their spouses. What is up with that?
If your battle works, I’m so stealing your idea.
oh geez, men are all the same eh? LMAO!!!
Gook luck with that. I’ve tried and tried to win at this game, and I’ve left stuff lying around for going on FOUR MONTHS before I finally broke. Or my mother-in-law came to visit and interfered in the game.
bahaha! Good luck!
wow – nice. Ok, my hubby doesn’t do this – but he expects me to go on a sock-finding mission and a clothes-finding mission, when I do the laundry. asshat that HE is.
You are better than me! I think it would take me all of about 4 hours before I lost my mind and had to pick them up…
But I hope you win!
Hey, this is like deja vu! We have had this very battle! LOL. Good luck, girl..for the honor of all womenkind, you must be victorious!
Ha ha ha. I’m glad I’m not the only one who does this. That’s why my house is such a disaster (well, that’s my excuse anyway).
Don’t give in girl.
Good luck! I have managed to train my husband to drop his socks in one place and then in the morning I pick up all our dirty clothes (they all land in a pile at the foot of the bed) and throw them down. BUT he will wear a pair of jeans to work around the house and then leave those on the floor not in the pile, ostensibly because he plans to wear them again. makes. me. nuts. Because he never wears them again. If he needs grubby clothes he just gets out another pair. ARR! whew. ok. I feel better now.
That is my battle EVERY. DAMN. DAY.
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I love that you posted a picture of this! I should go take a picture of our bathroom floor, which has about twenty pairs of socks and srubs, with underwear attached.
You can literally throw dirty clothes from our bathroom to the laundry room. But does it happen? No.
Yet when the piles get so high that I fear for the kid, I go ahead and wash. Hang in there, be stronger than me, and win one for us all!
LOL I would do the same for about 10 mins then give in frustrated
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