Today is one of those days where the stars align, the clouds part, the sun shines, etc. etc. I am talking of course about the fact that the kitchen garbage can and the diaper pail are empty at the exact same time. Oh sure, there are times when the pail is empty but the kitchen can is full, that's nice but not ideal. And then the reverse, the kitchen can is empty but the pail is full, mildy satisfying but there's still this dark cloud looming. But today! Today is universal garbarge harmony!
Go ahead and scoff if you must but I am telling you, it's a beautiful thing. For anyone who has ever tried to fit one last poopie diaper in an already swollen sack of...well, you know, pushing it, shoving it in, trying not to touch the partially digested spinach leaking out of the side, all in hopes that you won't have to wrestle (the only word that describes it) the 30 lb. plastic bag out of the pail that sits on the back porch (kept there for obvious reasons) through the house, down the front steps and out to the can, you know what I'm talking about. And taking out the kitchen garbage? Well that's just annoying.
It's times like these when I really miss having a man around, not Valentines Day, not my birthday but take-out-the-trash day. This would definitely be his chore.
There is also a fair amount of guilt that goes along with this process. Hauling those bags out there it becomes all too clear that I am part of the problem not part of the solution. I picture my son's crappy, Seventh Generation diapers sitting in some landfill, not decomposing, not biodegrading, just sitting for generations far beyond his to deal with. I'm sorry, I'm really really sorry. Landfills; just one more item on my list of things to take full responsibility for.
But in this moment I bask. I do not have to think about this whole traumatic conundrum for at least another 5-6 days. Reminder to self: enjoy it while it lasts sister!
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