Yesterday, after way too many days in a row at home, I decided the kids and I needed to get out of the house without the huz. Having all four family members up in each other’s grills since before Christmas was giving everyone a bad case of cabin fever.So newly acquired toys and other shiny new distractions be damned, I gathered up the kids and off we went to the library. After accruing $12 in overdue fines last time, I’d learned my lesson and was intent on getting everything back by the due date. I mean TWELVE BUCKS! Do you know what I could have bought with twelve dollars? Okay. Not much. But still…you feel really stupid when you have to write the freaking library a twelve dollar check.
When we arrived at the library and exited the car, I noted a big plastic KFC bag filled with assorted fast food garbage spilling out of it and some other stray garbage from McDonalds littering the empty parking space next to us.
As I was getting P out of his carseat, I remarked to my daughter something along the lines of “God…people can be such pigs. Why can’t they just throw their junk in a trash can somewhere?”
I proceeded to get my books out of the car when my daughter said something that floored me:
“Mommy, I know this isn’t my stuff but I’m going to pick it all up and throw it away”
Holyshizzle!!!! I was so proud of her I could have cried. I mean this is a child who completely grosses out when I have her empty the bathroom trash can. She is repulsed by anything like that and yet she opts to pick up this nasty, disgusting fast food garbage that some douche left in a parking lot.
So we both pick pick up the trash which, I might add, is covered with ants. Both of her hands are full I’ve got trash in one hand and I’m holding P’s hand with the other while carrying about 10 lbs of books in bag on my shoulder. We gingerly carry it all to the trash can by the entrance to the library and dispose of it. Then we make a mad dash for the bathroom and wash our hands with LOTS of soap.
I know it doesn’t sound like a big deal but to me? This is evidence that I’ve done something right. Yay me! Yay her!
And TQ, darling? Just so you know how proud you’ve made me with your good deed — I’ve almost completely forgotten that you fibbed to me again the other day or that you had to have a time out at the park for being a turd to your friends. Love you, baby. Rock on with your good bad self :)