Keep Trash Donate month has been brought to you by butts. And by boobs. What’s next? Gettin’ in my drawers, of course! My JUNK drawers!
This morning while I waited for the waffle iron to heat up I opened the dreaded junk drawer in the kitchen to see what kind of treasures I might find.
Keep – rainbow shoe laces. MQD went to Boston this summer for a wedding. Like a good husband and a good dad he brought back presents. Emily and I both received a pair of rainbow shoe laces. I am not sure what it means that we both got the same gift. Or that it was rainbow shoe laces but they were a gift and I am keeping them. Perhaps not in the kitchen drawer any longer, but I am keeping them nonetheless.
Trash – I remember the day that I grabbed a couple of condoms from my midwife’s office. In the bathroom in the waiting room there is a basket filled with condoms. Lucy was ten days old. I had an appointment to get an IUD already scheduled. Evidently I was afraid that the spirit would move us prior to that date. Clearly it did not. Expired condoms (or soon to be expired) hanging around are dangerous. In to the trash they go.
Donate – I have had this unopened package of letters in the drawer in the kitchen since I made MQD his Big Birthday Party Poster “Twenty-nine is so METAL!” I am well known for grabbing two packages of something when it is likely one will do. I did not want to run short on letters and I had yet to settle on a theme. On the off chance the theme of his birthday party had turned out to be alliteration brought to you by the letter Q I did not want to run out of letters. Hence, the two packages. Monday morning I will toss these in to Em’s backpack. Surely her teacher can make use of them.
That’s it. That’s all I’ve got. Belly full of waffles. Sun is shining. Lucy’s teeth have popped through and her fever has broken. Em is drawing quietly in her room. MQD is hiding in the bathroom (because that is what Dads do, it’s in the manual.) Shaping up to be a good Sunday.
Excitement on the side 