Is it just me?
If K- hears the sound of the trash can lid going "swoosh," she feels the need to check it. If I'm going through things, throwing something away and she sees me, she goes to the trash to inspect it.
"But that is mine from - - - !"
"A- wrote that little piece of paper for me!"
And the one that stabs me right in the heart. "BUT I MADE THAT FOR YOU!"
I save many things. Believe me, I have a whole binder of things that I've saved from her kindergarten year that most people would have pitched. My mother-in-law would probably call me a pack rat, though I believe that she would admit that my tossing vs. saving has gotten much, much better over the years. (I'm an artist. It is something I fight, because sometimes you don't need it then, but will eventually!)
I fault my husband for her trash can issue. I finally figured out that the only way I can throw away underwear or socks of his is to put it in the middle of the garbage in the kitchen. Most, but not always, he has not retrieved out of there.
They're working against me! So, is anyone in your house a trash can diver? (Yes, I know not to throw away in the presence of either one, but sometimes you can't avoid it!)
Smiles in my day:
- Pie and cheesecake to celebrate a co-worker's birthday. Delicious!
- There were tons of snap peas to be picked this evening! We needed to get a bowl. We picked enough for K- to take to grandma's house to share tomorrow.
- My brother Billy is continuing to make positive steps forward in his life. I'm proud of him for making the changes he has made to be where he is at. I'm also proud that he can now look at the situation that he was in before an be mortified by it. He sees how bad it was and knows that he doesn't want to repeat that again.
- Daring Young Mom's swimsuit pledge.
Have a wonderful day!