I admire all of your high-minded and spiritual conference traditions, your delicious cinnamon rolls, your conference bingo sheets, your righteously-themed candy dishes. I do! But the most consistent tradition at my house involves laundry.
Years ago, I gave up on matching socks and putting them in kids’ drawers. When I do laundry, I just throw all the socks in a big basket and it’s a free-for-all finding matching socks every day. (I know, I know. Sorry, mom–you did raise me better than that!) Twice a year, I match the socks and discard all the too-small, too-many-times-worn-outside-without-shoes, too hole-y, and mismatched ones. On Monday after conference, I buy socks.
OK–your turn: confess your weird traditions here!