Trash Day

Two nights ago S woke up in the middle of the night for no apparent reason, for once she hadn't woken up for a bottle, because she was sick, or was in major teeth growing pain. She just sat up in her bed suddenly as if to say... "Alright I'm awake, where's the party?!?" After a few failed attempts of laying her back down to sleep, I did something I never do... I gave in and brought her into bed with me. This was my attempt to wake up as little as possible. You know that feeling when you are awoken suddenly and all you can think is.. No No No No, I'm not awake! At first I thought it was working... she laid down on me and I thought she just might go back to sleep. But after about 5 minutes of laying quietly her head popped up. I gently tried to put it back down on my shoulder, but as soon as it touched down it was back up darting around checking things out. Repeat this scenario about 4 times and then something wonderful happened.. as she lifted her head once again and attempted to wiggle her little body away from me, she turned her head and "kissed" (I say "kissed" because it is unlike any other kiss you will ever receive, glorious wide open mouthed wetness) my face as if to say... "I love you mommy, please let me go play!" This of course melted my heart. She has kissed me many times before but never in such a way. But that doesn't mean I gave in and let her play. Oh no no no not this mommy! Instead I readjusted and put her head back on my shoulder, and yet again she lifts her head up and kisses me just before trying to wiggle away. This happened about 5 times before she finally let out a big sigh of defeat and laid down for good. Needless to say this whole process took awhile. Im not sure how long exactly, but it was over an hour.

Fast forward to last night... I went to bed at a decent time (11:00pm) but failed miserably at actually falling asleep until 12:15am.
12:47am - S is awake and signing like a maniac for some milk.
1:05am - S back in bed snoozing away.
I'm not entirely sure of the time when I finally fell asleep but the last time I saw the clock was 2:15am.

Fast Forward yet again to 6:15am this morning - S is awake and ready to rock n roll. After fumbling through making her breakfast with my eyes half open after two nights of inadequate sleep I decided I really needed coffee. I don't drink coffee everyday, but I do have a coffee maker and I could have made my own easily enough. But instead I decided I must go to Dunkin Donuts, because why make coffee when someone else can make it for me? Plus I had a gift card (which I didn't even use once I got there) so of course that made it completely justifiable in my mind. I asked my mother to watch S for me so I could make a quick coffee run and as always she was more then happy to do so.

As I am grabbing my car keys and sliding my flip flops on, (this is one thing I will miss once we move for sure! But more on that later..) I see out of the corner of my eye, the trash that has built up in our laundry room. Since I was going out anyway, I figure I may as well toss the trash.

To understand what happens next, you must know that I have never nor do I currently carry a purse. I assume this will change in the near future once I discontinue the use of S's diaper bag. I hear that having a purse is imperative once you are a mother; and after all of the runny noses, throw up and diarrhea I have delt with over the past 11 months I now understand why.

Now that I have gotten off subject...

In preparation to leave, I grab my car keys, two $5 bills, my phone and the trash (two bags and two boxes to be exact). As I make my way down to the dumpster, I pass our balcony where my mother and S stand watching me. S is waving bye bye to me and in that moment I thought... I should probably set my stuff (keys, money and phone) down on the balcony edge while I run this trash down. It's ironic how I have these logical thoughts that I rarely listen to just before something that could have been completely avoided happens. As I reach the dumpster, in one hand I have my keys and one bag/one box of trash, in the other I have the second bag/box, my phone and the money I mentioned above (see where this is going yet?). I throw the first bag and box in the rancid receptacle and then instead of taking my phone/money with the now free hand, I proceed to toss the second bag/box in. Well, it just so happens that the drawstrings of the bag get tangled around my fingers which causes me to lose my grip on my phone and the money and into the dumpster they go. Now some people would freak out at this point, but not me! As I looked down into the near empty dumpster, I see my phone and the money sitting on the bottom. At this point I begin to laugh as I lift my leg up slightly as if to measure myself up to the giant metal pit. It was then that I realized there was no way in hell that I could get myself inside to retrieve my now dirt coated belongings without some help.

While I walk back to my apartment trying to think of a way to get my things, I see my little girl watching me. She is smiling and yelling out to me. It truly is such a wonderful feeling to be loved so much by someone that they get that excited to see you headed their way. I head inside to retrieve what I deem is the most logical piece of equipment to utilize in my attempt to dumpster dive, a step stool. It wasn't until I placed the stool in front of the dumpster that I realized just how short my legs were. So back inside to grab something a little taller, another stool about two times the height of the first stool. As I placed this stool in front of the dumpster, it dawned on me... This thing is completely empty except for the "trash" I just threw in... how the heck am I going to get out of here once I am in?!? This clearly was not a job for a short person! It was at this point that I got excited because I had figured it out! Why it took me 10 minutes to come to this realization I will never know. I ran back to the balcony where my little monkey and my mother still stood watching me and asked my mother to get the mop. As she handed the mop over to me she was telling me that she doubted that it would work. No no I said... "It will work.. just watch!" and it did. Never underestimate the power of a short person with a mop!

I did "clean" my phone, although I am sure it is likely still covered in ample amounts of germs. So if anyone has a suggestion on a safe way to clean a phone, please advise.

And in case you were wondering... I did get my coffee. It was the best coffee I have ever purchased with a debris infested five dollar bill. Sorry Dunkin Donuts drive thru dude, but you may want to wash your hands now.

HA! I win this time you repulsively dirty bin! Until we meet again.. because I am sure it will most definitely happen again.

As a footnote: We also went to the mall today, which made me completely crazy but I'll save that story for another day. Until then...