Please put liners in your bathroom trash receptacles!

*WARNING* 

Explicit female material. Read at your own peril!

I'm about to have a crazy melt down rant. And you might agree or you might just laugh at the seemingly odd subject matter. For those of you who are like me, female and in your child bearing years, you might share my struggle with... dun-dun-dunnnn  NO LINERS IN TRASH CANS!

How is it that homemakers are leaving the liners out of their trash bins? Is this a new style or trend? Don't we need something to line the receptacle in which we throw gross snot tissues and other nasty bathroom paraphernalia? 

Does anyone know why this is happening?

I have an odd feeling it's because they don't want us to use their bins. If they had a liner in, then I would be less conscious about what I am throwing in there.

Ladies, am I alone here? Have you ever *needed* to take that special bathroom break in an unfamiliar place and been left with the dilemma of how to dispose of your 'female product' when you can't flush it and the trash can is empty?

Take for instance this special trash bin, wicker, that has holes in it and will absorb moisture. YUCK! PUT A LINER IN IT PEOPLE!

I know of no one who doesn't put liners in their kitchen trash cans. So why do that to a bathroom can?

If I have to use way more TP than I actually need to make 'it' look like its natural and not, umm, gross one more time I think I might start pulling hair out! (Not literally, I need all the hair I've got.)

I'm certainly not the first woman to develop the need for a disposal sight for my feminine tissues, nor will I be the last. And I don't want to have to be the lady who walks out of there with a wad of disguised tissue to throw into another disposal sight.

There will never ever be a trash bin in my home without a liner... Unless I don't want people to throw their yucky trash away in that particular room. You've been warned.

Life as a Sitcom

I want to be on a sitcom. I can't recall the last time I picked on my son and he just smiled at me and said, both laughingly and lovingly, "Mom, cut it out!"

No. That just doesn't happen in reality.

Today's 11 year old boys seem to take it so harshly. Have I conditioned him this way? Lord, I hope not. He's lived with a little jab here and a sarcastic statement there since his conception. Why the drastic turn then?
A deeper look, shall we?

Little Mr. 11 year old,
  By the time you read this computers will be extinct, and probably so will blogging, but I am writing this to you anyway.
  You may not know it, but I show affection to those I love by pinching, semi-slapping, tickling and just general horse play. GET OVER IT!
Love,
Your Mommy

This is what he'll someday read. If I don't write it down with pen and paper, it'll be a long time before he sees it. Which is probably a good thing, because I can't just come right out and say that to him. Some would say he has a 'gentle spirit'. Which is partially true. He's got a great big heart. The other thing he has is an overwhelming, almost busting at the seams, inability to let anything be just what it is. He's dramatic. Nothing is done or said with him or by him that doesn't have to have immediate attention.
God, help me!
If I seem frustrated it's because there's little room to navigate around him with so much tension just begging to burst forth! My only respite these days seems to be the bathroom.
Is this pre-adolescence? Is this testosterone plaguing his brain and creating such moodiness? Or is this just down right self absorption? Maybe a little of each?

Back to my ideal of 'Life as a Sitcom'.

I'd like a few half hour segments of situation, brought on by outside characters. Some turmoil. Wise words from some neighbor fellow who I'm sure has a head, but not so sure about the body. A solution. And to top it off some geek dressed in suspenders to make us all feel better when we look back, laugh and say, "Did I do that?"

No. I live in a drama.
And I'm not talking Melrose Place. (Although I heard it's beautiful there!)
The Camden's don't have anything on us either!

Truly nothing can compare to what we are dealing with here. And you know, I'm just fine with that. God has a plan and purpose in this season of life we are walking through. To confound and irritate me? Probably, but those are just by products of the things he's trying to accomplish in me. He promises to never give us anymore than we can handle and so far he's kept his word.

Well, I'm not really surprised he gave me a son like Cody. If you pray for patience... You get the idea.

Someone sure should pray for Cody though. Dealing with a momma like me can't be easy on a kid either. Especially since I'm still praying for patience.

*grin*