This morning as I sat snuggled under my Snuggie (Yes. I have one. Do not judge!), hubs moved frantically around the house while he packed his duffle bag for his afternoon football practice.
"You got everything?" I asked.
"Yep. I think so," he answered.
I watched as he wandered from room to room gathering goodies as he roamed. Nikes? Picked up in the living room. Sweatshirt? Retrieved from the back of a chair in the dining room. You see, whenever hubs returns from work, he leaves a trail of clothing in his wake.
It used to drive me crazy, his Hansel and Gretel like afternoon tendencies.
Caaa - razy!
But, after 10 years of marriage, I am used to it. Most days, I either leave his trail intact, or I place all of the items I find in one basket that I deposit in his closet.
It's not ideal, but it works for us.
So, when hubs zipped up his bag, paused and then said, "Oh! Socks! I need socks!" I went into locator mode. I quickly thought through a mental checklist of the done and to-be-completed laundry,and just as I was about to tell him where the clean socks were, I clammed up in awe.
There was hubs, bending over and picking up his discarded socks from yesterday.
"Really, hon?" I asked.
He answered with a wry smile, "What? These?!?" And then he took a good. long. sniff. of those yesterday socks. He smiled again and said emphatically, "Really!"
And although I am completely grossed out by the yesterday socks and the sniffing . . .
at least it is one less pair of socks to wash.
Anyone else out there with a sock sniffing spouse, or is it just me?