It’s Wednesday, trash day. This means that there are three empty trash bins on the street in front of my house.
When I finished at the gym this morning I drove right past the bins, parked in the driveway and came into the house to start my day.
Yes, I am aware that I’m a fully functioning adult woman who should be able to take her own trash cans from the street to the side yard. Yes, I recognize that it’s tacky as hell to leave the bins on the street. No, I don’t want to be like my neighbors.
The problem is that trash can hauling is not my job, and I’ve been married too long to start learning his jobs. Mr. G won’t be cooking us dinner any time soon, and I don’t close the gate, shower the kids, bring in the trash, or the “bacon”.
The bigger problem is that Mr. G is out of town until Friday.
I’ve got a choice. I can leave the trash cans out on the street like the white trashiest family in town, or I can suck it up and just be Mr. G until Friday.
I’m embarrassed to tell you which choice I know I’ll make.