It seems that even our garbage labels us as the childless ones. Saturday was trash day and I had to leave the house early in the morning. As I drove down our street, I noticed that the receptacles at our house and the few belonging to older (i.e., elderly) couples were the only ones not overflowing and accompanied by numerous diaper boxes.
When DH and I moved to this neighborhood almost two years ago, we picked it because of its family nature. Now, it just grates that this huge house holds only the two us (and the mutts, of course). Most of the other neighbors all know each other because their kids race around together. They are all friendly to us and wave when we drive by, but I don't know any of their names.
We moved in early October 2005 and I recall many parents and children who came by at Halloween during trick-or-treating who asked if we had any kids. This was repeated again in 2006. I can't believe it's two years later and its still just us. How I long to drag out to the curb boxes from the dreaded Babies 'R Us and numerous diaper boxes. I want to belong to the elusive club of the neighborhood.
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That is so ironic....today is trash day in our neighborhood, and I felt the same pain looking at the diaper boxes on all sides of the street...
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