Years ago when we were doing some renovations to the house, there were certain things I requested. . .
Some of my most ridiculous requests were actually granted: Expensive towel warmer we never use.
Some of my more practical requests were shot down: Garbage disposal.
Now, at the time, no one would give me a reason why I couldn’t have a garbage disposal. I was just told I couldn’t have one. And for some reason, I uncharacteristically didn’t press the issue.
Enter Mac, messy eater and distance food chucker extraordinaire:
Yes, we used a splat mat for a while, however, with the introduction of lots of solid foods, the splat mat became a big mess to shake out. Literally. (You don’t want a bunch of rats feasting on food scraps in your East-Baltimore back “yard”!).
So now we just clean the floor on our hands an knees with a damp towel and shake the mess off the towel into the sink or trash.
It just depends on whether we can actually get to the trash without the little monkey beating us to it.
The sink has one of those strainer gadgets over the drain. But sometimes, due to the inconvenience and disgusting nature of emptying it, I allow it to fill up during the day, which causes the sink to back up, which causes me to move the strainer-thing so the sink will empty, which ultimately results in what I’m guessing (guessing husband, just guessing) is a considerable amount of food going down the drain anyway.
So one day, while my Husband was cleaning the thing I asked him again why we didn’t get a garbage disposal.
His answer, “I was told it encourages you to put things down the drain that normally shouldn’t go down the drain.”
Like this crap?
I’m pretty sure when he’s messing around with some kinda’ drain snake in a few months, he’ll realize the error of his ways. . .