I walked out to the Donate Box yesterday morning and found this:
It’s a carseat.
A carseat that’s been embarrassing us.
We haven’t had a kid who could fit in that carseat for a very long time. Despite that obvious-to-anyone-who-knows-us fact, it had been hooked up in the back of my husband’s car until yesterday.
There’s no need to ask why he decided to get rid of it.
I’m just going to celebrate the fact that he knew exactly where to put it. Having a Donate Box in a specific place lets him go ahead and take care of the problem. No extra step of asking me where to put it. With all the Decluttering Drama that happens in this house, eliminating extra steps whenever possible helps. A lot.
Here’s hoping my AWESOME Donate Guy will take it for recycling since it’s too old to be re-used.