Every Wednesday morning I get woken up by the garbage men/women who pick-up our trash weekly. This week, unlike every other week, I have thrown out everything that needs to be thrown-away and place the trash on the curb. Normal routine, correct? This time is different. This trash isn't so full anymore. Its not that DH and I are piggies or anything but we are two people living in one house. We don't eat much, but we do drink quiet a bit of soda. I FULLY deep-clean the house once a week. And the most shameful part, I sometimes buy food which ends up going to waste (bad Ines, bad)
So all in all I'm used to having to shut the garbage can by force. Now, it naturally closes without any hesitation.
Its the little things in life that make me miss him. Today its trash. We'll see what tomorrow holds :)