That was my question to A when I got home from work yesterday.
This is the part of my blog where *dragging my family kicking and screaming* comes into play…
So, I’ve been really happy with myself for having the resolve (and memory) to take the recycling bin to the curb for the last couple of Thursday nights, and finding an unused small trash bin to hold recyclables in the kitchen for once daily dumping into the larger can outside. Last night I got home to find spaghetti o’s cans in the regular trash can. I pulled them out while screeching … well, re-read the title … that’s what I screeched at A. It’s not as if the smaller ‘recyclables’ can was full … WTF??? His response? “Look, you’re the only one in this house that actually CARES about this crap.”
Nice. Real nice.
So I trash picked the cans, a huge (well, 64oz) juice bottle, and a couple other random things. The recyclables internment can was full, so I made E take it outside. What was so hard about that??? Child labor is free A! Don’t be a big jerk!!!