Free Garbage Day and Thanks to the Blog

Taking a small break from the heavy posts. Hoping to continue with what happened to Isabella in Friday's post.

Where I live, you have to buy garbage stickers to put on each can or bag of garbage. I really hate this and for the last almost seven years, it has been a constant argument in this house. Every week, garbage day is the same day and yet, Leo will say to me on a Tuesday morning, "Are you going out today? We need stickers." It is one of the most infuriating questions only rivaled by, "Is Nico's uniform washed?" or the sister question of "Have you seen Nico's uniform?" fifteen minutes before Nico's game. I don't know why he doesn't understand that for me to go out, I have to lug Gia out and he is only one person so it is easier for him to do it than me. If Target sold them, it wouldn't even be an argument because it would just be another excuse for me to go but Target doesn't and so it is easier if he just goes. While he is at it, why doesn't he buy 20 of them instead of 2 so we won't have to have the argument every week? Anyway, yesterday was free garbage day and while I didn't get everything that I wanted to throw away on the curb in time, I got most of it. We are finally stepping out of the white trash stereotype with Leo throwing away the rusted fire pit that has been sitting in the middle of our lawn for the last two years and the rusted, white, plastic lawn chairs that I swear I don't know how they made it through the move from Bartlett. If only he could have parted with the empty propane tank. My favorite part of throwing things away was Leo looking at what I was throwing away and saying, "Is this garbage?" or "Are you sure you want to throw it away?" I painstakingly went through several corners of my house throwing things away (think kids' art projects, writings and so on). I am SURE I want to throw it away! I even begged for him to bite the bullet and put all the mail from the mail corner in a black bag and throw it away right when the garbage men came so that no one would rifle through it but he couldn't do it. I know...there are crazy people out there that are just waiting to steal your identity but I dream of an empty corner where that mail is so for a moment, my judgement was clouded.

The funniest part of the free garbage day is that we threw away our old couches from the basement. I saw several vans and trucks drive up, get out, look at the couches and then get back in their van or truck and drive away. Our couches were gross enough that even the garbage pickers wouldn't touch them.

On another note, thanks to the blog I have made some dear friends because after reading it, they have told me they feel like we are old friends (J.P., I'll be thinking of you on Saturday), prayers were said for a cure for the boys (thanks, J.L.) and a dear friend found Black Cherry Propel and the chocolate I like at her Target and is sending it with her husband when he sees mine (thanks, S.N.). I have to say the best part of the blog is the comments and when people tell me that they can relate. It makes me think that I am not alone in the chaos.