trash and the philosophy of what's okay.

SO. i am running around this morning cooking breakfast, cleaning up, packing "lunch" for preschool (normally it's just snack, but today is 'pretend to have a picnic day'...fun, it's snowing up the waa-zoo) feeding the dog...etc etc etc.

i go to dump the remains of a bowl of oatmeal that one of the four children has deemed "finished" and i see the trash is full. ah-gain. what the HELL. i seriously am SOOOO sick of changing the trash. i despise this for many reasons.

1. we produce too much garbage. this is not good for the planet. arrgh.
2. it's always overstuffed and messy and icky. i don't like to touch it, really.
3. i am ALWAYS the one to do it.
4. it's a pain in the ARSE to bring it outside. a kid always wants to "come with me" and it turns into a pick ordeal, meltdown and overall aggravation. for a bag of trash to be gone.
5. then it's just filled up again.
6. i want it to NOT be MY job. but it is. i wish it were my husband's "job". but that would be silly...seeing as it becomes miraculously FULL when he is NOT here. he is NOT here, far more often than I AM not here.
7. i vent about these things...stating, "i wish it didn't have to be ME taking out the TRASH SO MUCH!" (implying my desire for HIM to have to deal with this nonsense as much as i do)
8. my husband's response: "really it should be EZRA who takes it out..."
9. THE SIX YEAR OLD? the one who still has me check his butt to see if he "wiped good"? the one who cannot tie his shoes yet? the one who you are reluctant to let walk across the room with the scissors that i ask for? you honestly think THIS is a good job for HIM? NOW?
10. the face i make at him, causes him to huff and puff and walk away, probably thinking..."she never gives that kid ANY responsibility"...to which i think "perhaps his DAD could use some more"...