Trashy Thursday

     Ladies and Gentlemen, I am about to share with you a little tantrum like pity party I am having in my head right now.
     It's Thursday night.  Tomorrow is Friday and that means I get to wear jeans to work!  I mean come on its the little things!
     Friday also means just one more day to get up early and rush around to get the boys to school on time.  Make sure homework made it back into their bags.  Did the lunches actually get packed?  They get distracted sometimes and forget that they will need more than a slice of lunch meat and a juice box (Which actually happened once this year.  I got a call from the principal when I was at work. She was wanting me to reassure a worried child that it was ok for them to each eat a hot lunch.  When I asked her why, she told me they were still hungry after their "smaller" lunch.  I was confused.  (Insert her explanation of the above lunch menu).  I was no longer confused but super embarrassed.  Mother of the year, party of one! Needless to say,  I started checking them(the lunch boxes)  before they walked out the door from then on).
     Fridays also mean trash day!  I love trash day!  All the crap from your house that has been collecting all week vanishes and I love it!
    Heading back to Thursday though (here comes the rant)  in order for the crap of the week to leave the house I have to touch it!  I have to physically go around and gather it all up.  I have to smell it :(  I have to smash and mash and I HATE IT!!!!!
    Now on top of all that we also have the recycling.  This isn't as bad but in my house when the trash can gets full my boys think its fine to put regular stinky trash in the recycle can.  Now in our town we have to separate out our paper. plastic, glass and newspaper.  So now I have a nasty banana peal, a wad of used kleenex and some gum all stuck to my recyclables.  Super nasty and very uncool!!!!!  
     Now as I sit her and am typing this all out I am reminded that in life you have to do things you don't like.  I get that.  I understand that everyone has to do their part.
     As the mom....I would normally make them come fix the problem. (ie. sort out the garbage from the recycling) but I forgot about trash day till they were in bed.
     I am so happy that the feeling of disgust can fade away and that for another week (well lets be honest maybe a day)  I can enjoy the feeling that the trash has been dealt with.  Nothing is overflowing and I can sleep in on Saturday morning.  Cause lets just be honest.........the BEST thing about Friday is that the next day is Saturday :) Happy weekend all!