i'm over the thinking part that comes with choices right now.
i tend to overthink.
it's how i'm wired.
but right now, i'm tired.
(see, i'm even rhyming without trying)
so i let the overthinking take a rest for a few minutes.
it kinda paid off.
for years our trash bags have been down in the hallway closet by the other household goods.
in my mind it's just where it belonged.
it made sense to be with its friends.
other household things.
i segregate that way.
don't misunderstand my rant here.
i love love love love love when my husband takes the trash out.
9 times out of 10, a new bag doesn't get put in.
it's not sooo bad unless you just cracked an egg and you need to throw it away.
then, it makes me fussy.
i tried keeping extra bags in the bottom of the trash can.
that works for 2-3 times until the bags run out.
back to square one.
today i needed to add another bag because i cleaned out my fridge and pantry and had to move on to bag number two.
WITHOUT thinking, i grabbed the roll of trashbags and walked over to the trashcan to refill.
i "started" thinking WHY did you walk here with the whole roll??
in frustration i shoved the roll under the sink.
what the what.
flashes of brilliance.
why haven't i ever thought to do this before???
PUT THE TRASHBAGS NEXT TO THE TRASHCAN.