'L' Socks: The Bain of my Existence

My son, Cole has decided that he will only wear 'L' socks. That's right. 'L' socks. What are 'L' socks, you ask? Well, let me educate you, because before this week, I didn't know either.

'L' socks are ordinary white socks. BUT they have a little black 'L' embroidered on the toe. This means 'large'. Apparently I bought these sometime ago, and it was since deemed that these socks are superior to any other socks on the planet. But, Cole owns exactly 3 pairs of 'L' socks. Do you see my dilemma? THREE pairs, not 7. That leaves four non-'L' sock days in the week.

Earlier this week, Cole woke up on the wrong side of....the bed? No, more like the wrong side of life. He was TICKED that there were no more 'L' socks in his drawer. We were late to school because of these dang 'L' socks.

I tried my best to change his mind. BELIEVE me. "How 'bout these socks instead, Cole? They're nice and cozy looking and would look GREAT on your feet!!" I said in the most chirpy voice I could conjure up at 6 am.

"Do they have 'L' s on them?"

"Uh. Well, Cole...not exactly. Um, well, no. No they don't."

Ridiculous. These are mornings no one tells you about. Seriously. When you're pregnant and all excited and glowing with anticipation for this new precious baby, no one ever clues you in the way it really is.

I'm thinking that when everybody is all happy dappy at a baby shower, sipping punch and oohing and ahhing over little cute baby booties, someone needs to pull the expectant mother aside and show her a little video or a reality slideshow or something. And they need to say, "Look. I know everything seems lovely and exciting now. But you need to know that it IS possible that this little bundle of joy might possibly make you late to work because he will decide one day that he will only wear 'L' socks. And you will tear your hair out over this. Now go back and enjoy your little baby shower games and your tea and cake. Because YOUR TIME IS COMING, sister."

Anyway.

Cole and I went 'round and 'round that morning. My chirpy voice was GONE. My smile: GONE, along with my patience. My 'Wrath of Mommy Voice' came out in full force. Cole finally stubbornly agreed to put on a dirty pair of 'L' socks (amongst tears and tantrums - MINE and his...) and finally we got out of the door. To save my sanity, I made a mental note to track down more 'L' socks that afternoon.

Ummm...yeah. Apparently 'L' socks are no longer being produced and not available anywhere in the entire Western United States.

I'm telling you, I looked in every store that has ever even THOUGHT about selling socks, and nothing. Nada. Zip. NO 'L' SOCKS TO BE FOUND. And with the money I burned through in gas, I could have bought a loom and made my own frickin' 'L' socks.

So today I broke the news to Cole. "You know what Cole? They just don't make 'L' socks anymore. I'm sorry, buddy. I looked and looked. But I just can't find them anywhere. You'll just have to wear your other socks."

"Oh ok, Mom. No big deal. I don't really like 'L' socks anymore anyway."

Wow.

SIGH.

Yeah. It's a good thing I'm not picky about what kind of wine I like. Because tonight? I'm pouring myself a nice 'L' glass of whatever we have on hand