Or at least they’ve found me out.
You know my obsession with clean trash cans? (No? Read about it here. It’s ok. We’ll wait.)
Well, apparently, people are still finding my blog when they search for: random acts of kindness (A number of posts on this topic as it is near and dear to my heart), burka (Just one post on this topic, I promise), traffic signals, josef albers, joy suckers (Hey! That’s just mean!), wrinkled boobs (Even meaner!), hornyteens (Written just like that, all one word — and I’ll say it again. Ewwwwww!) and now……..
Wait for it……
wait for it…..
OCD About Trash Cans.
Wait! I can explain.
It’s just that we recently had another incident. And this time, it was my husband’s fault.
You see, I’ve turned #1son into an OCDer. Fingers crossed that he’s come by it honestly. He’s my son through adoption so I’m hoping it’s nature, not nurture. Because I know how debilitating OCD can be. And I shudder to think that I’m the cause. And I don’t want to see him on Dr. Phil in 20 years, shouting to the world that it’s all my fault. But I digress….
We, meaning my #1son and I, had just cleaned the trash cans last week. He was helping me pull them to the house and he said, ever so sweetly, “Mom? These cans are stinky. Maybe we should clean them out?”
Ahhhh. He warms the cockles of my heart.
So, we got to it. Spraying. Lysoling. Spraying some more. Air drying. It was heaven.
Sparkling clean trash and recycling cans tucked safely away in the garage.
This week, I went to the curb and grabbed the trash can handle.
Something bit me.
I look down and the handle, the ridge of the can and inside the can is covered with red ants. Upon further discovery, the bottom of the can is swimming with sweet, sticky liquid. Could it be……beer?
I don’t drink beer. My kids don’t drink beer. My husband. He drinks beer. And he broke rule # 173: Do not put loose trash in the trash can and rule #92: Put recyclables in the recycling bin. (Duh!)
So, two weeks in a row, I’m outside, cleaning the trash bin. And my neighbors saw me.
And the very next morning, in my WordPress Site Stats, I find that someone has found my blog by searching: OCD about trash cans.
Oh. I am so busted.