A wondering from the EcoWonder...
I've been sick all week, my once per year flu that knocks me out, takes me down and puts me right out of commission. I am lucky, I really don't get sick often, but for some reason when I do, I go down hard. That means things get a little dicey here at home.
Laundry backs up with six people wearing clothes and no one washing them. The dog fur is piling up under the dining room table and I'm beginning to wonder if some of those strange lumps might be a hamster someone is hiding from me. I have given my boys lunch money this week, foregoing the packing of lunches every day (nachos anyone?!?). My husband has been bringing me Won Ton soup from the Chinese place on the corner - in plastic tubs. Guess what? I don't care...
I mean, I care, but I just don't have the energy to do much about it. My husband washed and saved the plastic tubs from the Chinese place and they're now added to the "cabinet of plastic". My husband convinced me that the empty tissue boxes filled with used tissues can certainly be recycled, why not, it's just snot? Umm? Ewww, but OK then if he's in charge. He also tells me the boys are going to be just fine eating nachos and burgers for lunch for a few days. And even my four year old is pitching in.
Yesterday he came home from preschool and wanted a snack. Sure, I said. He helped himself to a box of Annie's Cheddar Bunnies from the pantry. There wasn't many left in the box, so he polished off the bunnies and went about his afternoon playing matchbox cars on the floor in my room while I rested.
Later in the day, I managed to get myself from my bed into the kitchen to turn on the oven in preparation for dinner. Sitting on the counter, in the spot where we collect recycling, was the Annie's box, broken down flat and ready for the recycling bin. Even the interior bag had been removed and thrown out. This job was done by a four year old who considers recycling just a part of everyday life, something that's done without even thinking about it.
Now, I am going back to bed with my Won Ton soup and some apple juice. And yes, I'm letting my son take the plastic containers out to the recycling bin. I guess he can do it! Being sick is a good lesson for me, Mom doesn't always have to be in charge, sometimes things are just fine when Dad (or a 4-year old) takes the reins. Maybe I should get "sick" more often? This isn't too bad!