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#JusJoJan Daily Prompt – Jan. 19th/17 – Rubbish

Day 19 of #JusJoJan, the writing challenge by Linda G Hill, inspiring us to write every day in January!

The Just Jot It January 19th prompt, brought to you by Wendy of Wendy’s Waffle, is: “Rubbish.” Use it any way you’re inspired to. And make sure you stop by and say hi to Wendy as well! Here’s her blog: https://waffle-with-wendy.blogspot.ca/

Rubbish

I wondered what to write when I saw this prompt initially. Should I muse about the trash? Or about things that I think are like garbage?

Then a conversation with Lil Man the other morning, triggered something.

My son is 11.

He is in Secondary School.

He is still a child.

When he went to the local park, on his way from school one evening, with his friends, they stopped at the climbing frame, which incidentally, is one outside of the play area for young children, for the older kids to play on.

“We went to climb on there, and about three different men in green jackets came up to us and told us to get off, that we couldn’t play on there! The park people are rubbish!”

So, according to these officials, 11 year olds are too old to go on park equipment, that has been designed for the older child… Hmm…

Correct me if I am wrong, but isn’t the world generally always complaining about the fact that kids are growing up too fast?

So why limit their playtime in a park?

Surely that is a good thing, that they want to play, and be children, not sat at home watching TV or buried in their phones!

My son is small in stature as it is. He is often mistaken for a Primary School aged child, but the badge on his blazer gives away that he is older. He is a very physical person, and for that I am glad.

But to have the opportunity to burn some energy taken away by idiotic officials… now that really is RUBBISH!

Let kids be kids!

What a load of rubbish!

I came down to the kitchen today, faced with exploding bins..

Well, ok, not quite, but there were the remnants of the takeaways the night before… takeaways, plural, yes, because we ordered in, then my BIL and SIL turned up with KFC too! I had left it out on the counter the night before, so I could put the trash out in the morning, but my Hubby Dearest decided to be helpful, and put it in the bin… well he stuffed it into an already heaving kitchen bin… instead of just emptying the whole thing into the outside bin.
Great, I thought, as I tried to extract the liner as neatly as possible. Nigh on IM-possible! As rubbish scattered everywhere, it reminded me of a sight at Hubby Dearest’s student house…

Going back a good few years, nearly 2, I think. I came over to his student house, which he shared with 4 other lads. Now we all know the image if student digs, and hey, they obviously didn’t want to disappoint! I walked into the kitchen, and was greeted by what you would expect, not the cleanest counters, festering out of date items in the fridge, a sink full of dishes… and a MOUNTAIN, yes a MOUNTAIN ( sorry, I need to use CAPS LOCK for this, it was HUGE pile!) of full black rubbish sacks. That’s good, you think they empty the bins, and are using bin liners… but why are they piled up in the kitchen??!!

And they all came and went, walked around this pile, which would have been so easy to just stick outside! Goodness knows when the last time they had actually put the rubbish out for the bin men to collect…or, more worrying thought, was that the amount of cr*p they had accumulated in a week?!

But the icing on the cake… I was being the really helpful girlfriend, and decided that I would wash the dishes (actually I wanted a drink and the only glasses or mugs were in the sink!) as I started being ‘clean up fairy’ one of the lads came in (not Hubby Dearest!) opened a can of baked beans, emptied it into a bowl, (God knows where he got a clean one from, I thought every dish in that house was in the sink, waiting for my attention!) and placed the empty tin, or should I say balanced it, on top of the mountain! Not in one of the bags, or even in the kitchen bin, but on top of the pile!

I just watched, lost for words, as he did this, smiled at me and walked off!