Overflowing trash cans

My house is full of overflowing trash cans. You'll find them in the bathrooms, the bedrooms and of course kitchen. And if recycling cans in the garage count, you'll find every single one of those overflowing too. I spend most my day grimacing as in each room I go into, I see them spilling over. I'm always thinking to myself, didn't I just change that out? Didn't I just ask her to empty that? And then I quietly breathe a few "For crying out louds" and then plan my speech for the next daughter to cross my path about how I shouldn't HAVE to tell them to empty the can and how it takes a mere 30 seconds to gather up a bag and simply set it out in the garage.

As I complain, either out loud or quietly to myself, I stare at the overflowing trash can thinking, are these kids I raised bridge building engineers that are scientifically calculating how many pieces of trash they can stack on top of the pile before the load collapses? Do they think the mountain of used tissues that is forming above the lip of the can will just continue to grow, eventually reaching the ceiling without ever falling all over the floor?

And speaking of floor, I know for a fact that my daughters will also blindly chuck their trash in the vicinity of the can. If they make the shot, great and if the can is full, which is 95% of the time, their trash then rolls off onto the floor near the can. Now, unhappy as I would be, I myself, would then go pick up the piece of trash and shove it down into the can leaving the floor spotless, however, my kids are content with getting their trash in a 12 inch radius of the can and then go about their business, never giving it a second thought if their trash made it into the can or not. No worries, kids, ol' mom will pick it up. I love bending down and picking up pieces of everyone's stinky, sticky trash. Got nothing better to do, right?!

Anyway, this morning, as I reviewed the overflowing cans as I went room to room and my irritation grew, I reminded myself to make those thrash throwin', tissue building kids gather it all up and take it to the alley, even the stuff on the floors! Then as I was still quietly stewing about it to myself, I had a quick thought, similar to my fingerprinted glass. One day I won't have overflowing trash cans. In fact I may not even need as many trash cans. One day it'll only be me and Hubby's trash and the cans may take weeks to get full. Shoot, I may even need to buy smaller trash cans?

Now I don't plan to let those girls off the hook, but when I have these little thoughts flash into my mind, I always wonder if it's whispers from God. I feel like it is, reminding me to not get mad, but to teach and to let it go.

He knows my personality and knows, in some instances, I might just let one overflowing bathroom trash can make me snap like a twig, so He silently whispers before I do. So for today, I'll embrace the brimming trash cans that fill the rooms of my house without complaint, but know for certain, they'll be emptied by the end of the day!