Sharing My House With A PreTeen – Dirty Socks And Mouthwash

This is the story of a sock in the floor. Better yet, this is the story of living with a pre-teen who could care less that things are left on the floor.

In fact, we’ll re-title this whole story The Ballad of the Lone Sock.

My son is 12 and will dive into his teen years officially this December. He hates showers, would rather rinse with mouthwash than actually brush his teeth, doesn’t care if he wears a collared shirt with basketball pants, he’s a typical boy.

Now you’ll also need to understand a few things about me; I am extremely OCD and I’m a clean freak, to a point. I’ll leave some things alone but my biggest quarrels come with leaving lights on, and leaving stuff in the floor.

My son, bless his sweet heart, has been given the nickname of “Stop and Drop” because whatever is in his hands at the time he stops usually gets sat down and when he continues on his journey he will almost always leave what he sat down, where he sat it down.

He is an equal opportunity “leaver”. In the past we’ve had discussions about him leaving his toys, cards, his basketball, tennis racket and even a pile of Q-tips left around the garbage in his bathroom.

This sock has been in his bathroom floor, right next to his toilet since Sunday. I refuse to move it and am now on a mission to document the plight of this poor, forgotten sock. I’m thinking it could lie there for at least another week if not longer. His mom will probably read this article and make him move it if not just move it herself.

Whatever the outcome, poor sock, we’re praying for your safe return to your mate in the drawer. Until then, I’ll keep your story alive.