Happy Wednesday! We are halfway through the week, and I think thats the only good thing about today.
I dont think Ive shared this before because I know how ridiculous it is. But today I just kind of feel like being ridiculous.
I have a love/hate relationship with Wednesdays.
First of all, we’re halway to the weekend. That I love.
Its also garbage day.
Now, I dont have a problem with garbage day itself. My problem is more bringing everything back in.
You see, I refuse to make two trips. I live in a basement suite, and I have to park on the street. Depending where I can find parking, my car could be at the top OR bottom of the hill. Then I have to walk up and down the stairs to my door. Personally, I think thats way too much effort and I dont want to do it twice.
Yes, I do realize the irony in the statement. Im aware that I run hills every day because I find that I get bored with flat ground. And I know I workout pretty hard. But thats my workout, its SUPPOSED to be hard. I like everything else in my life to be easy, and so I do everything the laziest way possible.
Anyhow, once again I went waay of track. I tend to do that. My boyfriend uses it as an excuse for not remembering anything I tell him. I interrupt myself so much he claims he just cant follow what Im saying. However, on the plus side, I can carry on an entire conversation by myself.
Back to the point. I have major anxiety about bringing in my garbage and recycle bins.
Due to my laziness, I carry them both at once, along with my purse, my keys, the dog, my lunch, and more often than not, my umbrella. Its far more work than two trips, but isnt that always the case when you do something the “lazy” way?
Well, a few months ago, I was doing this in the pouring rain and dropped my keys. I knew it was going to happen at some point. They went straight down my window well.
Now, this would be no big deal if my window well wasnt covered with a metal grate. A metal grate that is screwed down.
So here I am, standing in the rain, and locked out of my house. No big deal, I have landlords, they can let me in. Right?
Wrong. Theyre not home. Someone is always home. What are the odds?
Well, thats ok, maybe the girl in the other suite has a really long stick and I can fish them out.
Shes not home either. Great.
My parents have a spare key so I call them. Theyre not home.
I call my moms cell, theyre on their way to New West, but are close enough to turn around. Thank God!
So I wait. In the rain. With my poor little dog. Twenty minutes later my mom comes and is thoroughly unimpressed with the situation. Me too mom. Me too.
So after that suckfest, I have a spare key in my purse at all times. Of course, that doesnt stop me from freaking out everytime Im carrying something into my house.
Especially the garbage, which I only have to worry about on Wednesdays.
So you see, this is why I have a love/hate relationship with Wednesdays. I try not to have enough garbage to justify putting it out just so I dont have to deal with it. Of course, this week the bin is full and its just sitting at the curb right now waiting for me to carry it in.
I hope the rest of you enjoy your Wednesday more than I will!!