It's our recycling bin day tomorrow - we get recycling collected one week, and general black bin waste the next. The bin men usually turn up before DH gets out of bed.
At the minute, I can't take the bins out, because DH was decluttering the garden shed about 2 months ago and has created a hazardous teetery obstacle course of heavy old fashioned lawnmowers, planks, snowshovels and the like in our side alley, and the gate on the side alley only opens from the inside. DH said that he didn't want me to take out the rubbish in case I tripped and injured myself on all the stuff from the shed, and that he would do it all. And he gets really tetchy and goes on about the dangers if I take the rubbish out anyway.
Because we were away over Christmas, we've got 4 weeks worth of recycling, it won't all fit in the bin, and it's taking over our kitchen.
DH has not taken the recycling out to the front of the house today, despite being reminded it's bin day tomorrow. DH wants to sit on the sofa and watch Star Trek and eat pizza, and says he'll get up early and take the recycling out first thing in the morning.
I don't trust DH to actually do this because he's terrible at mornings. He stays in bed as long as possible and then staggers around like a zombie until he's had at least 2 cups of coffee. I think he'll forget all about it until he hears the bin lorry - assuming he does hear it - and then it'll be too late.
WIBU to risk clambering all over teetery piles of junk to take the bin out now?