The Terrible Necessity of Socks in Winter

7 Jan

The temperature is below zero.  There’s snow/ice/shice on the ground (for those of you who don’t live in an area that regularly gets snow shice means shitty ice, a hybrid of dirt and ice and rocks and whatever other garbage is hidden under the snow.  That’s only one of many words to describe snow). Unless the temperature is below zero kids bundle up like a mummy (remember the scene in A Christmas Story where he can’t put his arms down and is wrapped in scarves?  Truth.) and play outside in the tundra.  I’m not sure what they’re allowed to do anymore in order to be a safe environment.  My girls do one thing- swing.  The little does work on a snow mountain built by the older students at her 4K site.  

But unless you want your feet to look like this:


Socks are a necessity. (So is tucking your snowpants over your boots to keep snow from piling in there).  They keep your boots and shoes from smelling raunchy (sweaty feet?  Ewwww).  

My girls hate socks.  My daughter with Down Syndrome pulls them off and discards them the instant she walks in the door.  (When she was younger we had to put tights on under her pants to keep the socks from being flung in the back of our minivan).  Most socks are uncomfortable for her too, though she’s seemed to settle for athletic no-shows.  Still I find piles like this showing me where she’s been.

My youngest has become more of a challenge than her sister when it comes to socks.  For a time every single day when it came to putting socks on we went through this lovely experience.

Why?  Because her socks hurt.

We have tried pretty much every single pack of socks out there.  Bobby socks, socks with Disney Princesses, Super Hero socks so she can dress like Wonder Woman!, the same athletic socks her sister tolerates (even new those weren’t hers, they were her sister’s), the soft fireplace socks, and even a search on Amazon to buy seamless socks.  Every pair meant a tantrum.

Until we discovered the bow socks in her drawer.

I sneak them in the laundry when it’s bath time.  I don’t make her wear socks on quick outings, but finally the sock sensory battle has lessened.  Mommy doesn’t have to sit on the garage step trying to breathe as the little one screams inside.  I don’t have to carry her to the bus because she won’t get up because her feet hurt in her socks.  It’s currently okay.

I hope this pair doesn’t get lost….

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3 Responses to “The Terrible Necessity of Socks in Winter”

  1. Heather Roberts January 7, 2017 at 6:40 pm #

    The sensory battle it’s a real thing!!! From those of us who know the deal, I say congratulations on finding the bow socks.

    • mylifewiththree January 7, 2017 at 7:04 pm #

      I think they were originally her sister’s from Costco. It’s my mission now to find another pair, although pair two probably won’t be the same. Just like the two pairs of black capri leggings that are acceptable. I wash clothes. Often;)

      • Heather Roberts January 7, 2017 at 10:14 pm #

        Thank goodness we live in the age of washing machines.

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