Trash Day

Author’s Note: I’ve been meaning to write a post about Trash Day for sometime and since I had a mini-meltdown tonight (due in part to my left sinus), it seemed like the right time.

They Mean Business

When Joe and I moved in, we got a notice that all trashed must be out by 7 a.m. Friday morning. Well our first Friday we found out the trash people mean business because at 7 a.m., they were driving down our street.

So the trash gets put out Thursday night, because I do not want to get up at 6 a.m. on Friday mornings.

My Responsibility

I worked 11 a.m. to 8 p.m. so I was the last one home and therefore it was my responsibility to put the trash out. Except for those few times when Joe would decide to put it out for me.  It is those few times that I miss.  Especially after a long day of interviewing, networking, house cleaning or not feeling well.

Just when I think I can relax on sofa and read a book or toss balls to Rommie, I remember it’s Thursday – so much for today’s to do list being finished.

The Joy

The joy in the situation is:

  • I have trash to take out
  • I have bags to put the trash in
  • I am physically able to take out the trash

Thank you God for the physical ability to take out the trash even on days when I am tired and weak.

May you find joy this holiday season and through out the coming year in the most mundane household chores.