…so this morning I am getting dressed and my tiny charge is licking the full length stand-up mirror in my bedroom while dancing around and occasionally saying ‘no no’ to the dog who is still sleeping in his crate (because it is 5:45 am) and I realize I cannot find two matching trouser socks (absurd name for women’s socks in my opinion). Here is the rub, to hunt for more socks (which are likely in the dryer downstairs) means that I have to transport the wiggling-mirror-licking-dog- commandant down the stairs and conceivable back up (which is no small task even after 6:00 am and a cup of coffee)….so I put on two ‘almost’ matching socks, load him up and make the trek downstairs without even looking in the crappy dryer for a matching pair. It is all about picking your battles.