There are many theories about this strange phenomenon.
• The troll who lives in the washer eats them. (Or the dragon?)
• After 18 washes they turn to lint and dissolve in the dryer.
• Jack and Gus-Gus steal them to make pretty dresses for the women they're in love with.
• The dogs eat them. (This has actually gone beyond theory to proven fact, but not everyone has a dog.) (Lucky dog.)
• They simply grow legs and run away to inconvenient places like between the couch cushions, behind the dryer, bottom of the toy bin, the back of closets and toddlers' bag o' treasures.
Losing socks is no fun, but you usually have enough that it's not too big of an issue. Sure they're all mismatched, but how often is matching socks an actual necessity? Only on a third date, I say.
However, I'm finding that I have another problem lately.
I'm losing sippy cups.
For a home with two little boys and a mom who loathes doing dishes, this is a big problem.
We only have five right now. I like to have about 12 on hand. 2 boys, 4 different drinks a day and I reiterate a mother who would rather clean toilets than do dishes, and 12 cups seems about right.
Where do these sippy cups go? I don't pack diaper bags anymore. We don't even take drinks for the boys to church. I've begun buying the exact same kind every time. They have minimal parts -- just a cup and lid. No rubber "stop the drink from coming out" thing because I learned early on that those are just WAY too hard to keep track of and keep clean.
So all the lids and cups match. Over the last 3 years that I've been buying sippies I would say I've bought 30-40 of them. Literally.
And we have five.
I just want to know where they've gone.
Have they been kidnapped? Are they being held hostage? Did I miss the ransom note that held half a lid, brutally cut in pieces?
Did they all melt in the diswasher, suffering a horrible death by fire?
Did the dogs (dirty culprits) get a hold of some and now they've been chewed to pieces and are buried in shallow graves under the snow?
Had they had enough abuse at the hands of my children and ran away to find a better life in someone else's home?
I love you, sippies!! I NEED you. Please come back to me!! I promise to be a better owner. You can stay in the kitchen instead of being lugged all over the house by my sweet but still male children. I'll keep you out of reach of the canines. I'll handwash you as soon as you have been emptied. (No my fingers are not crossed. Quit trying to look behind my back. Stop it now!)
Just come home. I'm tired of replacing you.
And bring the socks, if you find them. They're scheduled for a sock hop tonight, and we wouldn't want them to miss it.