Socks and Songs

As I stood there in my bra and underwear wearing only one sock, I pawed through the laundry basket in search of my elusive quarry - the other sock I needed to put on my other foot so that when my manager did a uniform inspection at work I wouldn't be sent to the corner for a violation.  Sure, I maybe could have just grabbed the somewhat similar random black sock I found on the top of the basket, but that would have bothered me all evening because I would know that I was secretly walking around wearing one ankle-high sock and one calf-high sock and that......well, that would just be ridiculous.  So instead I dropped everything (literally) and threw item after item onto the counter in an effort to locate the only black sock that would do - the partner to my husband's black sock that I had stolen from him last week when all mine were dirty.  Well joke's on me because now I prefer the stupid things over mine.  Anyway, it hit me all of a sudden as I pulled a useless ankle-high sock out of the basket.

I haven't heard the song today.

Suddenly woozy, I realized I was also very cold so I trotted back to my room to put on some pants and two layers of shirts before returning to the laundry area to find that stupid sock.  While I got dressed, I confirmed to myself that today was in fact the first day in two weeks that I had not listened to the song that has taken over our lives.  The song that has infiltrated our home.  The song that has taken my eldest son by storm to the extent that he coughed up $1.29 of his own money so I would download it on iTunes and then listen to it over and over and over again.  The song that is so conveniently located on YouTube complete with the video from whence it came.

That song, of course, is "Let it Go" from Frozen.

What?  You haven't yet partaken of the Frozen Kool-Aid?  (Thanks for that little nugget, Jenn.  I totally stole it.)  Where. Have. You. Been???????

When Evan was home from work on New Year's Eve we decided it would be a good idea to bring all three kids to see the movie, since it was $5 Tuesday and they were giving away free popcorn, after all.  Unfortunately every single other parent in our area had the exact same idea and the theater sold out.  Like, every show for every movie - ALL DAY LONG.  We were lucky enough to get there early and got seats to the show.

Every single day for the next week, Isaiah could be heard singing the ballad of Queen Elsa as sung by the incredible Idina Menzel.  He sang while he ate.  He sang while he read books.  He sang while he pooped.  By the time $5 Tuesday rolled around again and school was cancelled due to extreme cold, he had convinced me to let him buy the song on iTunes so he didn't have to belt it out by memory anymore.  Now he had graduated to legitimately memorizing that sucker.

Well.....I just HAD to take them again.  I warned Isaiah, "Now remember son....not everyone in here has seen this movie yet so do your best not to sing along when Queen Elsa's song comes on, ok?"

No problem, Mom.

It took all of four seconds for her little ice-inducing feet to hit that mountain and I could hear the little falsetto of my boy's voice traveling down the aisle in the crowded movie theater.  Aw, heck.  Who was I to tell him to stop?




Sing it, kiddo.  Just let it go.

Sweet, I found Evan's my sock.  

P.S.  In case you haven't seen the movie yet and want to see the scene that has been re-playing in our house like a broken record, here you go.  You're welcome.