So the intention behind the advent calendar has become clear to me. It was a clever child who was trying to come up with a solution for the sugar detox following Halloween.
"I need a guaranteed source of candy to get through the short days of winter," clever child thought.
"You poor sweet thing, let's use a religious reason to spoil ourselves for the next 24 days," said sucker parent.
GUILTY...well at least of the spoiling...my reason for the season may not be as pious.
"Oliver! Where does your trash go?" said I as he littered a shredded York Peppermint Patty across the living room.
"In the Menards garbage," replied Oliver...shiny foil surrounding his bare feet.
WTF? Inquire further.
Apparently the only place he has seen me deposit trash is in the receptacle outside Menards when I gather all the shit and food wrappers from our van (including the stash in the drivers side door which is embarrassing at the least) and throw it all away before entering the store. We go to Menards a lot.
As I did my morning rounds today opening up curtains and swallowing my shock at the likes of Axels floor – I notice an abundance of trash. Every day. There is trash.
I made a point of modeling waste disposal. It may not have been as glamorous as throwing things out at Menards...but I'm hoping this new revelation will help keep our floors wrapper-free through the Holy Blessed season of Advent Calendar.
Your house looking messy this season? Time to point out the obvious – Menards isn't the only place with a candy wrapper can.
Photos from the Hudson Lighting - 2015
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