August 26, 2014 by Amy

Recycle bin reckoning

Don’t judge me by my recycle bin.

Monday is trash day, which means by Sunday night the trash
cans and recycle bin are just about overflowing. Everything is right up at the
top where you can see it. And smell it.

Sunday afternoon I pulled out the kitchen combo unit that
holds both the trash can and the recycle bin, and I was thankful that no one
else could see what I could see. It would have been mortifying. So of course
I’ll share it here with you.

It was a snapshot, and not a very flattering one:

There was also organic milk carton, which I think hope
will keep me from earning “Lazy Alcoholic Mother of the Year.”

And I didn’t mix the vodka with the Diet Coke. I mixed it
with Bloody Mary mix. Because that sounds so much better.

Also, I didn’t drink the Bloody Marys alone. M enjoyed them
also. So clearly we’re like some sort of dynamic duo of parenting.

It was just one of those things that struck me as funny,
especially since the only time we’ve had empty vodka bottles in the recycle bin
are after huge parties at which I drink beer and M drinks gin & tonics and
apparently many of our guests enjoy the vodka.