This might come as a surprised, but I don’t have everything together. I’m not an organized Martha Stewart neat freak. It’s true. And this morning it couldn’t have been more obvious.
Monday in my neighborhood is trash day. About 75% of the time my trash makes it to the curb on Sunday night. The other 25% of time, I either put the trash out Monday morning or it just doesn’t get taken out. This morning, I was getting ready for work. The morning had started out like most Monday-Friday mornings; I made it out of bed without falling over anything. I had just finished blow drying my hair and clipping the last roller on my head, when I heard the noise. The trash man. Way before 7:00am, he was banging up and down my street. CRAP! I didn’t put the trash out last night, and it has to go out today. Sister #1 and I did yard work so the trash can was full to the max.
In order to beat the trash man I had to get outside ASAP. I quickly put on a jacket and flip flops, and ran out the door. In my PJ shorts, tie-die t-shirt, red jacket, lady bug flip flops, and rollers… I put the trash out. The trash man was kind enough to not say anything about my attire and simply wave. HOWEVER, the trash did make it to the curb this morning, and that is what’s important here!