Rubbish
I spent a good portion of today cleaning the house.
Ok, that was a total lie. Those of you who know me or have read this blog for some time probably saw through that immediately. I spent a good portion of the day wasting time and playing with my daughter, and I spent SOME of the day cleaning. And not really CLEANING so much as STRAIGHTENING…the cleaning crew comes tomorrow.
I have embraced my inner slob and come to terms with the fact that, if left up to me, this house would never be adequately cleaned enought prevent foreign ecosystems from developing in the sink and carpet - so it’s more than worth the money to pay someone else to keep me sane and my family healthy by cleaning the house.
Now, before I got sidetracked by that confessional-turned-rationalization, I was talking about cleaning. One of the things I DID do today was empty the trash, but not before carefully sifting through it.
See, Button has developed this recent habit of throwing things away. And not things that SHOULD be thrown away. No, REAL TRASH only goes in her mouth.
She throws away things that are NOT trash, things that we miss once they are gone because they were there for a reason, things that we search high and low for in a frenzy because when we packed the diaper bag it contained enough diapers for a week and now we’re standing over the changing table in a public bathroom AND THERE ARE NO DIAPERS.
Today I found a dog toy, a stuffed animal, an unopened box of juice and one of those clicker thingies like in the Nick Lachey Axe commercials.
There’s an idea for a bad game show in here somewhere but it’s just not coming to me.
