Garbage Eve

Today is a holiday in my house, not just Christmas, but a special holiday that comes once a week that I like to call "Garbage Eve".
I can't say I coined the phrase myself, but have embraced it and am not afraid to claim it as my own.
Usually this holiday falls on a Sunday with Monday being our pick up day and we are off to a fresh start of the week. As it does with most things, Christmas totally screwed us.
There are not words for the number of boxes, gift bags and bags full of wrapping paper that were sitting outside my back door tonight. That is what I get for being the only one in Tim's immediate family with an indoor Christmas tree, and insisting on allowing my children to stay home on Christmas day.
I am a pretty hard core recycler, but I failed to flinch at each can, bottle, or other recyclable that ended up in the trash. Alas, as with credit cards the trash cans do have limits and when I had burned through all the space in the gargantuan garbage can as well as the equally as large recycling trolley I started to panic. I hate not recycling perfectly good recyclables. And even if I set it all with the recyclables there is some pissing contest between the garbage men and the recycling guys that whoever gets there first doesn't have to get all the stuff that they can't reach with the mechanical arm that comes out of the truck and picks the can up to dump it in. God forbid they have to get out of the truck and help do their part to save the environment. All I can do is hope that the garbage man comes first and the recycling guy is forced to take all the stuff. At least it is all out of the shoe for the rest of the week and we don't have to shove all the new crap in around the boxes. And oh boy is there a lot of crap.
It has been quite a day for all of us. Nora's first Christmas, Abby's first that she really got "it", and not to mention all the family. Our holiday ends tomorrow when we finish the tissue toss with a family bash at Judy's.
Then can we be done?