Tell Me Thursday

The story behind yesterday’s Wordless Wednesday is actually quite funny, almost hysterical actually. So, I will warn you now. If you are drinking soda, coffee or even water, put it down. Unless you are not worried about your monitor being spit on then by all means keep drinking.

This story actually happened several weeks ago. I kept meaning to blog about it, but hadn’t made the time to do so yet. When I was trying to decide what to do for my Wordless Wednesday yesterday, the thought came to me to post a photo of the dumpster and then use the opportunity to tell about the stupid thing I did.

The morning started out crazy enough. I had a PTA meeting that morning so I not only had to get Andrew ready, but I had to get myself ready. The alarm went off at 7:45 like usual. I hit the snooze bar like usual. I woke up about 8:14. What the heck? It should have woke me up again at 7:54. Oh no! I must have pressed the button that resets the alarm instead of the one that snoozes. I immediately jump up and wake Andrew.

“Hurry Andrew! We overslept! You’re going to be late!” Amazingly he jumped right up and started getting dressed. We were ready in less than ten minutes. We started out the door, but I had a bag of garbage I needed to drop in the dumpster. (If I had left it sitting there to wait until I got back, the stupid dog would have tore it up.) So, I tell Andrew go ahead to the car. I’m going to throw this in the dumpster and then I’ll be there.

I toss the bag in and unfortunately I must not have been thinking clearly because MY KEYS were in the same hand as the bag I had just tossed. The ring was looped around my finger and seemed secure, but apparently not secure enough. The bag caught on one of the keys and ripped them out of my hand and took them with it. Holy crap! What was I going to do? I couldn’t climb into the dumpster! Cha ching! Andrew’s waiting for me by the car.

Me: “Andrew! Come over here!”

Of course, the snow at this time is piled several feet high all over the parking lot. So what does Andrew do? Does he walk down the parking lot to find an opening into the sidewalk? No. He walks out of the parking lot and down the middle of the road. Argh!

Me: “Andrew don’t walk in the middle of the road! Use the sidewalk!” So he climbs over the 6 foot or so pile of snow onto the sidewalk.

Andrew: He comes walking over and says, “What?”

Me: “I dropped my keys in the dumpster. I need you to come over here so I can put you in there to get them.”

Andrew: Looking at me like I just grew a second (and maybe a third) head, “I’m not getting in there with the garbage!”

Me: “You have to. We can’t get back into the apartment or drive the car without them. I can’t climb in there. They just emptied it so the only garbage in there is the bag I just put in there. I’ll just lift you in; you go grab the keys; and I’ll lift you back out.”

Andrew: “BIG LONG EXAGGERATED SIGH. Ok.”

He puts his backpack down and walks over to be lifted in. I lift him in there. I had to point out to him where they were. He hands them to me. Now, I’m not sure how many of you have had to worry about getting your child out of a dumpster, but let me tell you those things are taller than you realize. I finally admit to Andrew that I’m not sure how we are going to get him out. Oops.  :)

Well, what we ended up doing was I held both his hands and he had to climb (walk?) up the side. Thank God he happened to put on the shoes with the best traction that morning. And we were only 20 minutes late for school! Woo hoo!

And if all that isn’t funny enough, every time I take the trash out now, Andrew makes sure my keys are in my pocket before he’ll let me out of the house.

Ok. If there is liquid all over your monitor at this point, please do not blame me. I did warn you.