Yup, the washer is broken, but just the timer, so I can do a load of laundry as long as I go downstairs every few minutes to advance the cycle.
The dryer is working so there's that.
I was having an anxious day - trying to order a new washer via the internet.
Trying to help my brother use the internet to book some air tickets.
The internet is making me crazy enough these days.
Folding and putting away laundry always makes me feel better.
And my husband was out of socks and underwear, so doing the laundry was definitely going to make him feel better.
Once laundry was all folded I noticed one of a pair of socks was missing.
No big deal.
As Rubber Shoes in Hell would say - 'hahahahafuckingha'!
I checked the washer.
No errant sock.
I checked the dryer.
I looked under the bed, the dresser and inside the leg of the pants I was wearing when I last wore them.
Nope, nope, and nope.
I sat down on the couch while my husband and brother continued to tackle the internet/airline ticket challenge.
I got up and checked all my husband's t-shirts because sometimes socks like to hide in there.
Down on the couch again.
Where is that f-ing sock?
This is what happens to me. I believe (I know, magical thinking) that if I can just match up socks the rest of my life will be so much more ordered.
Where could that sock be?
Check the dish towel drawer - you put away a bunch of dish towels.
There was that one big bath towel.
I shook it out.
That feels better.
I am not a total failure.
I can wash a pair of socks, and dry them and get them into the drawer as a matched set. (You can sing this line to the tune of I AM WOMAN by Peggy Lee - just sayin')
Any less anxious?
I bet you all thought I was looking for a hand-knit.