Socks

I hate them. I realize they're a necessary evil so your feet don't smell like phys Ed and feta cheese, but they make me crazy.

1. Find and gather all dirty socks (under beds, in toilet, by the fish tank etc)

2. Wash nasty socks and pray none get lost in the process

3. Find matches in a pile o ridiculousness because you know they are not all in there

4. Treasure hunt in drawers for 2 wonderful matching socks

5. Cram them on the feet of a wiggly, resisting unhelpful kid/baby/adult

They are too much work- I prefer sandals in the summer and boots in the winter which voids at least step number 4 to insanity.