Picking Through the Trash Twice in a Week

On the weekend we were missing "the red phone".  This is on of two cell phones we added a while ago to the house so that we would have a home phone and an extra phone for the kids to use.  Finally it was found deep into an arm chair cushion after every one of us tried looked under the cushion but finally Hubs reached down the side and found it.  Before it was discovered, I emptied out the kitchen trash can.  Call me crazy, but I have a small red camera and one day it was missing and I found it in the waste basket we keep next to a desk.

The second trash picking incident that occurred last night was much messier.  You know all those papers that kids bring home from school?  I only have one elementary school aged child left and I am still amazed at the amount of paper that is sent home.  Every Friday I check his folder and throw out papers.  But on Thursday night he decided to switch around a binder and he left a bunch of worksheet papers on the table. 

Now, here is how I make bacon: I put some sheets of folded up newspaper on a plate and then put three paper towels on top of that and then lay out the bacon strips and then microwave it for 4 minutes.  Many weekends I cook bacon on Sunday with a big breakfast.  Only this past weekend I made a big breakfast on Saturday.  There was no Sunday paper (Hubs is old fashioned and likes to get the Sunday paper and he brings home bagels so it works for all of us).  I needed some papers for my method of absorbing the bacon grease.  So I grabbed some of these busy-work-looking papers that Mr. 4th grader left lying around.  We had our breakfast, went on our merry way the rest of the weekend, which involves massive amounts of food cooking as usual.  And then of course there were lots of trash bags that went from the kitchen to the bin outside on Saturday.  And on Sunday.

Last night Youngest asks if I had seen a paper he had on the table with a story about water lilies (yes I did, because I read everything before I throw it out or use it for bacon-cooking). 

So the first time I ever use papers that are not newspapers to assist in my cooking of greasy bacon turns out to be papers that Youngest needs to turn in.  So in addition to everything else, I found myself last night in my work clothes going through 4 bags of kitchen trash outside with him.

He is actually taking these to school today -- they are folded up and in a ziplock bag.  I hope the teacher likes bacon.  He will ask for some new sheets and he tells me that he can't read some of his answers so he'll have to redo a few.