Recycle day.  

Now I forgot what day it is. Not that it is Thursday but that it is garbage day. I finally realized because I noticed people have their bins out front. So I had to scamble around and pick up all the recycle coke bottles and cans and pick up all the garbage bags in the bathrooms and den and basement rec room. I finally gathered it all together and took it all out to my garage, many trips, and put the garbage in the garbage can and the recycleables in the recycle bin and open the garage door to take them all out. I am dragging them out and I notice down the street is the garbage truck, gone past the house. I try to yell out to them but they don't hear me because they are too far away. So I drag the garbage bin back into the garage and just take out the recycle bin because it is picked up by a different truck and I noticed that the neighbours recycle bin is still full so I know that truck hasn't been here yet. So much trouble to take out the garbage. I am a little bit mad at my hubby because this is supposed to be his job and he should have done it before he went to work this morning at 5:30. Oh well, so the garbage will have to wait another week. At least I got the recyle bin out in time, since it gets pretty full and I wouldn't have been able to put another week of that stuff in it.

Do you get rushed like this? Is it your hubby's responsiblity to take out the garbage? Is he as forgetful as mine?