I've got to add a few new ones to this thread now DS3 is 2yo. (Was CardyMow).
When your 9yo comes downstairs and asks if you should have tumble dried his pants, as they have shrunk so much they are squeezing his heart out of his mouth. You look very
until you twig that he has a pair of your DS3's age 18-24 month pants on. And then you look even more
wondering how the hell he managed to actually pull up pants that were 8 sizes too small...
When the pan you use for cooking pasta or potatoes is actually a cauldron stock pot.
When cooking risotto necessitates TWO 32 inch frying pans.
When the lady in front of you in the supermarket queue asks if your DC is a fussy eater, as you have 3 bags of the same battered chicken pieces, and you look
until you realise that your ONE dinner is about SIX dinners for her family...
When you have given up on clothes sizes, and find yourself telling your 9yo that he must be wearing his brother's school trousers because they are puddling over his shoes. You briefly consider going home to get him changed, then and tell him to check the labels better in the morning.
When you look at your DC's, and realise that DS1 is wearing what appears to be a crop top instead of a polo shirt, your DS2 appears to be wearing a dress instead of a polo shirt, and you herd them into the loo at school to swap polo shirts...
And still, the socks, goddammit the SOCKS.
I am drowning in a tide of odd socks. Especially now that DD, DS1 AND DS2 ALL have to wear plain black socks. And DS1 is only one shoe size smaller than DD. AND DS1 is also freaked out to the point of panic attacks at the thought of wearing anyone else's socks. Three sets of black socks, two sets in 4-7, one in 12.5-3.5. In around a month, DS2 will ALSO be in the sane sock size.
At which point, I will start to commit sockicide by buying a shredder and feeding every bastard sock into it.
And I will derive great pleasure from doing so.
Though I HAVE found a use for the never to be matched again odd socks. We DO use the shredder, shred them, and use them as hamster bedding.
I find solace in seeing the hamster pee on the remains of yet another odd sock.