Simple Pleasures

I can use my trashcan!

Before, although Meg was tolerated, I was careful to avoid anything "in your face" around the house.  Partly, it was because I didn't want the boys wondering why there was makeup in my bathroom trashcan, but partly it was respect for my wife's feelings.  The kids wouldn't care if there was a clothing tag in my trash (their job was to empty the garbage) but I don't need a sign that says to my wife hey!  I bought another dress! so I would put things that should go into the trash into a bag and toss them in the kitchen trash, or put them back in the closet until I had a couple of days free, or could put them directly into the trash that will go outside.

But now I have a trash can that I can actually use freely.  I know it sounds dumb, but it's a simple pleasure.

Clothing tags and receipts can go out immediately.

Makeup-covered q-tips, pads, cotton balls, tissues can just go in the trash ~ no gathering them up and shoving them deep into the kitchen garbage.

Empty makeup containers go OUT.  In the past, if I found, say, a lipstick I bought and hated, it went back in the closet with an immediately forgotten "I'll remember I hated the L'Oreal #146 lipstick and never use it again."

I don't have to go into my wife's bathroom to sharpen my eye liner or lip liner pencils.  The shavings can sit where they fall.

There are more simple pleasures.  I think Wednesday will be "simple pleasure day," at least for a while.

They all have one thing in common: each is incredibly liberating.

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