Pulling the trash bin out from under the kitchen sink, Hubby asked, “What are your winter gloves doing in the kitchen trash?”
I answered, “Cuz they stink and the garbage is where they belong.” After years of plunging those gloves (with my hands in them) in Cherish the horse’s 5 gallon water bucket to remove the ice in it, those gloves reminded me of a boys’ locker room.
Sputtering Hubby gave me a lecture as to why this was not the proper garbage container to throw my gloves out in. The proper place to throw these gloves out would be in the garage where “stinky” garbage goes.
Calmly I told him, “Hubby, they stink on the inside. Please step out of your
and forget about rules for a change. My gloves are perfectly fine in the kitchen trash bin. Just leave them there, OK?”
Quietly, without any more expounding on the subject of proper garbage placement, Hubby replaced the trash bin under the kitchen sink leaving my gloves exactly where I had thrown them … in the kitchen garbage trash.
I smiled knowing I had helped Hubby in this situation to bypass his obsession on what goes where and why. His Mind is so full of rules I don’t know how he can keep track of them. I know I sure don’t. (He structures his life with rules to feel safe.)
I’d also like to think that
while I am releasing my own OCD tendencies (notice dust) and …
by becoming more lax, Hubby like a mirror is doing the very same.
Here once again, when you desire change, that change begins with you.
The gallery is of the action at our bird feeder yesterday. Don’t miss the action! Click on first image to enter this world. ENJOY!
Photography/ “Trash Is Trash”/ January 2019©AmyRose Photography