The Trash Can

This is an old quote. It took place about a year ago. It’s the quote that made me realize I had become a grumpy mother who spent too much time being frustrated by childhood shenanigans and not enough time laughing at them. It was one of the first quotes I posted on Facebook, not sure how it would be received. Would friends and family find it funny or horrifying, or maybe a little bit of both? It’s the quote that made my husband call me from work to say, “Honey, I think its funny, but are you sure you should be posting it on Facebook?” It’s the quote that got me thinking, “Hey, maybe I’m on to something that’s fun and refreshing, something that other parents can relate to.” It’s the quote that started my plight…my plight to find the funny in the frustrating and save my sanity.

Imagine the scene…

It’s 8:00ย in the morning on aย school day. The house is in chaos, like every other morning. My three children sit at the kitchen table bickering over bowls of Cheerios. I run upstairs and into the bathroom in search of a hairbrush to try toย tame their wild locks. As I grab the hairbrush, I notice tissues and Dixie cups floating in the trash can. Annoyed, I shout out…

“Please tell me why there is water in the trash can? Who would pour water in the trash can?”

Frustrated, I pour the water from the trash can into the bathroom sink, at which point, I hear Will shout up the stairs…

“Mom, that’s not water. I really had to go this morning and Jay was in my way.”

After I stopped crying, I started laughing.

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19 Responses to The Trash Can

  1. Lenore Diane says:

    Oh my. That’s funny. Dare I say I can imagine that scene in our house (w/just two boys)?! “Might as well laugh as cry.” My friend reminds me. Though I do laugh, I still find frustration surfaces faster. I’m a work in progress.

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  2. That’s a great story. I like that it all began with a trash can of pee ๐Ÿ™‚

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  3. dragonfae says:

    OMG that’s too funny! But … eeeew. ๐Ÿ˜€

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  4. As a parent it’s always wise to expect the unexpected. Made me laugh

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  5. I love it! At least it wasn’t one of those cute wire trash cans, right?!

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  6. Hilarious. I guess you’re lucky it wasn’t in your drinking glass.

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  7. John Erickson says:

    There’s nothing wrong with this story. A similar event was the impetus that convinced my father to install a 2nd bathroom in my folks house. (I’m not saying who did it, but when you and your sister are getting ready for school, and your dad is getting ready for work, and there’s only one bathroom in the house, well, when ya gotta go…..) ๐Ÿ˜‰
    John E/No-Hio/ visiting from “The Idiot…..” (as if that’s a surprise!) ๐Ÿ˜€

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    • I guess the trash can was a better choice than the sink…I think. Welcome John! Thanks for stopping in to say hello and for checking things out. As you may have noticed, there’s a whole lot of nonsense going on in my house but it keeps me sane. ๐Ÿ™‚

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      • John Erickson says:

        Well, perhaps before being TOO welcoming, I should give you an insight into WHO you’re welcoming. One of the Idiot’s regulars, Jamie, did a little interview on me:
        http://thelifeofjamie.wordpress.com/2011/05/11/an-interview-with-the-goat-whisperer
        Think of it as the tip of my lunatic iceberg. ๐Ÿ˜‰

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        • Fantastic interview…I laughed so hard that I think I peed my pants. I’ll be smiling all day. I understand your fondness for goats. I once had a goat. His name was Gordy and his job was to keep my injured horse company. They were the best of friends until my horse recovered and was let back out to pasture with his other horse friends, at which point, he dropped Gordy like a ton of bricks. The poor goat wandered the farm aimlessly, pooping and consuming everything in sight…boots, horse feed, riding gloves, tin cans, small children…you name it, that goat ate it! I once watched him guzzle down tractor fluid like it was a chocolate milkshake. People began to complain and sadly, Gordy was asked to leave. The owner of the farm took him to a petting zoo in upstate New York…or that’s what he told me. ๐Ÿ™‚

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          • John Erickson says:

            Oh, poor Gordy! ๐Ÿ˜ฆ Horses are uppity little so-and-sos. That’s why I like ol’ Blackjack – he’s just a nice, down-to-earth sort. Mind you, until we moved to where we are now, dogs were about as “farm animal” as we got. Well, except for the week we sheep-sat. The friends we moved in with down here in Ohio used to have a big place outside Lansing, and one of their sheep had something wrong that needed isolation. Picture a typical suburban neighborhood with a sheep in the backyard. For some reason, our neighbors found it odd. (Almost as odd as the time our little sci-fi club dressed up and went to the Renn Faire – complete with me in armour and swords. I still don’t understand why people got nervous when I’d sharpen lawn mower blades on the porch… ๐Ÿ˜‰ )

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