So the truth is, I’m a closet environmentalist. Nothing crazy. You don’t have to put me on any eco-terrorist watch lists or anything. But I like to do small things here and there. (Disclaimer: I hate the popular fluorescent lightbulbs. I know I can save like $26 on electricity but they make everything in my house look the wrong color. It drives me nuts and they’ve been banished to the porch light, basement, and kids bathroom. Oh, that and the fact that when Barrett decided to smash one all over his brand new train table at Christmastime, we spent a traumatic evening on the phone with poison control trying to figure out if we were all going to die of mercury poisoning.)

 

So anyway, Earth Day last week had me feeling guilty that we aren’t doing much around here to help the cause. In all honesty, they don’t make it all that easy. Curbside recycling is pretty much unheard of in these parts. And drop-off points are scarce, unless you count the drop-off bin for old phone books in the grocery store parking lot. Xeriscaping means you’ll just ruin the neighborhood and huge, gas-guzzling vehicles are the norm. (Really, I don’t know how people can afford the gas!)  

 

But I’m determined to do the few things that we can. There actually is a curbside recycling company,  you just have to take the initiative to call, set it up, and pay the fees. So we finally traded in our second trash can for the recycling bin.  I know it’s dorky but there’s something about sorting the trash that makes me happy. I’m having fun trying to figure out what in our house can be recycled (sadly, no glass.) And I’m really excited to be able to teach my kids how easy it is to do the small things.