The Dreaded Socks

Sometimes I think to myself, is my husband just the dumbest person alive or does he really hate me this much. I have told him so many times to do the same task over the last 7 years. Please pick up your socks, please put your dishes away, your trash in the garbage, and on and on. These small tasks that should just be natural for a person to do.

Before I became a stay-at-home mom, these things would make me even more mad. How do you possibly expect me to clean up after you constantly and work a full-time job. Now that I stay home and “manage” the household I don’t feel as irritated when he “forgets” to clean up after himself. I still feel irritated though.

Honestly, I don’t understand why such a small thing is so impossible for him. It would just save me so much headache if he just would ONCE pick up his freaking socks off the floor. But like clockwork, he throws them all over the living room floor after work. Behind the couch, in front of, on the couch, on our children. I HATE my husband’s socks. Every time I pick them up, I feel the resentment bubble in me.

I am trying something new.  I can only control what I can control. My husband will probably always throw his nasty crusty socks on my floor for the rest of our lives. So I can either let this annoyance fester in me daily, or I can just pick up the socks and be thankful that I do have a husband that works hard for our family. Yes, I wish he would just put them in the hamper. But he probably never will. So, I change my mindset about it. He probably is not doing this to piss me off. Even if he is, I won’t let it. Because just like it is not that hard for him to pick it up, it’s also not that hard for me to pick them up.

These small mental shifts that I have been working on have really helped with owning up to my own feelings. I am only responsible for how I feel. I can’t control everyone else around me. When you let go of this thought that you can, then you can find freedom to enjoy life and just allow it to be what it is. Beautiful, messy, hard, but so worth living.