Christmas in May

Yesterday was garbage day in our neck of the woods.

But not just any garbage day. Unlimited garbage day.

Normally we are restricted to only two bags of garbage a week. This forces us to try to recycle. Don't get me wrong, I am all for saving the environment and trying to do my part. (I even bought reusable grocery bags the other week.) The thing is, with three kids and a busy life with lots of diapers, toys with wrapping, and take out every so often . . . the garbage piles up. And trying to sort through everything takes time. Time that I don't always have when I am multitasking: feeding Avery while cutting Jayden's food, sending Jackson to the potty and teaching Guillermo not to jump up on the table . . . all at the same instant.

So I really look forward to unlimited garbage week. We get three of them a year and they are time when I can finally take a breath. I don't worry if I threw out my old produce from my fridge in its plastic bag or got rid of that moldy spagetti sauce without emptying the contents before washing out the jar and placing it in the recycling bin. I can just chuck everything into the garbage bin. Whew.

This also means that we could finally get rid of the seven bags of excess garbage that has been building since Christmas . . . and we could clean out our closets (well, we could have cleaned them out if life weren't crazy-busy right now). Most importantly, we could finally get rid of the two printer/fax/copier/phone beasts from 1981 that Brad inherited from our moving neighbour last summer. (Because seriously, why have one beast when you can have two!)

Oddly enough, both beasts were stolen before the garbage man even came our way! One mans garbage is another's treasure, I suppose. I am just glad that we no longer have our "treasure" taking up valuable realestate in our basement and garage.

The photo above is our garbage for the week (yes, in the back you can almost see the second garbage can full of trash in behind all the extra garbage bags).

The photo below is how the rest of our street enjoys unlimited garbage week. Hardly at all. I have no idea of how they don't have more garbage or why this isn't as thrilling for them as it is for me.

We must be pigs.

Or they must have a room full of "treasures" . . . maybe from our pile?