The month got off to a good start, though, because we finally replaced the kitchen trash can. The Boy broke the old trash can climbing on it. It's been broken for quite a while, but I hadn't replaced it because I wasn't sure if I wanted to get the same style. I liked it, but it broke. And even though I liked it, it was a bit small, and maybe a larger size would be better, but the old one fit really well next to the counter, but maybe a different shape would look better, but...
See? This is me, trying to make a decision. For over a month.
Which is better than the decision to get the original trash can, which took six years. Yes, for six years, we didn't have a kitchen trash can - we just kept a trash bag lying around. Honestly, we are so uncivilized it's a wonder God hasn't issued a recall on our opposable thumbs.
This time, the decision only took six weeks, instead of six years. In the end, I got a different trash can, similar, but larger, and a slightly different shape, and it took me all of three seconds to decide I hated it, and what I really wanted was the same one I already had. Except, not broken. So, in the real end, I ended up with what I already had, only even more sure that it's what I wanted to have.
The grass is not always greener, even when it's a bigger trash can.