Truth be told ... this is no surprise to the people who know our family. When I first met "The Surprise's" girlfriend and she spent a few days visiting us, she got a small taste of how crazy our household is. I distinctly remembering telling her as she left that I was looking forward to her spending some "normal" time with us. I was delusional. Or Lying. I prefer delusional. We NEVER have a "normal" day. Abnormal is our normal. "The Surprise" has been trying desperately to put his life in order and plan for the future as he gets ready for graduation. I don't know why. He knows that Plan A doesn't have a chance in our family. Plan B is a vague possibility. On a good day, I can stop at Plan C, but the majority of may days move to Plan E or further within 30 minutes of the start of the day.
But even with all the normal abnormal, we can still be considered a bit crazy... no, a lot. We all have our quirks. I have started recycling at our house. My family thinks it is funny to deliberately put garbage in the wrong bin just to get a reaction. I was gone for a week and a half. I am sure that chuckled every time they threw plastic bottles in the regular trash.
Periodically, I like to rearrange cabinets, furniture, etc. I do it for a freshness and to clean really well. My family is convinced that I do it just to keep all of them on edge. Don't worry, in their craziness they get even every time they do the dishes. I never know where I will find things in the kitchen.
I was pretty sure that when we got together, there was something special about me and Doc that carried us as a couple. Turns out I was right. It was our quirks. I have done the laundry in our family for 35 years. I could count on one hand how many loads of laundry Doc has done. And really, I am okay with that (All women's libbers please breathe). Anyway, I have matched socks, folded underwear, removed stains, and fought the battle of socks deserting their mates. I have a full basket of single socks that I am considering signing up for Match.com. About six months ago, after 35 years, Doc stepped off the ledge. He took my hot pink Sharpie permanent marker and started matching his socks. They all have alien symbols on them now and I am expected to match the circle socks, the triangle socks, the socks with slash marks. Doc had some surgery while I was out of town. "Mini-Me" called to tell me what it was like to see him lying in a hospital bed before surgery and look at his feet with white socks that wore the hot pink number "2". I was seriously considering whether this insane action should be my line in the sand. But then, I called him to set his mind at ease because I had located the missing "0" sock.
I guess my message is this.... stop fighting it. God loves us all with our craziness and differences. So I guess that means that God loves my husband and his sock issues too. Save getting upset for the really big stuff and then even at that, ask God to help you. Have a wonderful weekend!
Wife, Mother, Mother, Mother, Mother, Mother, Mother, Mother, Nurse, Grandmother, Friend...that's me in a nutshell!