This is what I come across on a daily/weekly basis.
That is our living room coffee table.
And below it, are about three pairs of dirty, stinky, husband socks.
Our house is small and our clothes hamper is maybe 25 feet away from the living room, yet here they lie.
On a consistent basis, I have to scoop socks from under the table and haul them back to the hamper because my lovely husband decides it's too far away to travel after a long day of work.
I find this habit disgusting. And of course, yes, I have talked to him about it. Has it changed? No.
I am not sure why he takes his socks off to begin with. It's like 30 degrees outside and we keep our house luke warm. Wouldn't you want to keep your socks on? Or at the very least go get some new socks?
And lastly, why, if you are going back to the computer room or our bedroom, wouldn't you take that pile of socks with you?
In my quest to find someone else with a "sock" debacle, I came across this blog and fell in love. I am attaching a post that has me breathing a sigh of relief that I am not the only one.
One of these days my husband is going to wake up covered in his own stinky sock pile. I don't know when this is going to happen, but something has to be done.