Trash truck!

Friday morning is trash day in our neighborhood. This is probably Sarah's favorite day of the week. The roar of the trucks approaching from down the street starts her screaming, "Trash truck! Trash truck!" Then, she runs to the front door and insists on being taken outside to watch the garbage collection.

This all usually happens long before I've dressed and showered, so the trash men not only get to haul away our rank refuse. They also get a glimpse of a mom in her pajamas with bed head as an accessory. I've heard it said that they are well compensated, but seriously, they probably get to see their own wives in this state. Do you really think they're paid enough to be greeted by complete strangers who've just rolled out of bed? I doubt it. Dealing with the contents of Sarah's diaper pail must be traumatic enough. But, I must hand it to them. They are very professional. They haven't laughed at me yet, and sometimes, they even honk their horn for Sarah. I think they deserve a raise.