recycled :: the trashcan
My subtle hints directed at my husband earlier tonight concerning the sad state of our trash situation prompted me to recycle this post from a previous blog of mine which I no longer maintain. He has since remedied our trash situation, which is one more of many reasons I'm glad I married him.
Enjoy! P.S. I had to recycle a second post that I referenced in this one, so enjoy x2.
I've found, in all my amassed years of experience, that perhaps the most perplexing element of adulthood is taking out the trash.
Of course, pretty much every household chore is a vicious cycle of doing and undoing (e.g., bane of my existence, laundry is thy name), but there is absolutely nothing satisfying about emptying a trashcan. Clean laundry at least smells nice. Clean dishes are sparkly. A made-up bed makes a room look nicer (and we all know it bounces better).
An empty trashcan offers no reward.
Taking the trash out has never made me feel better.
And so I avoid i