Is It Just Us

Or do these type of things happen to all of you too?

Yesterday I picked up my daughter, Shantel, at her apartment at 8:30 A.M. and we spent the day together as I helped her with many errands she needed to check off her “to do list.”

First we stopped by the apartment office to pay her rent and I needed to let the office manager know Shantel’s mail box key wasn’t working. The manager took the key I had and gave me another key that works great.

Next, we were off to the bank, then Wal-Mart so Shantel could pick up items she always buys there, Fry’s grocery store to get her weekly groceries, back to her apartment to put groceries away and drop of the Wal-Mart items. Back in the car and off to Mid-Kay where Shantel buys her make-up, stopped at Sally’s Beauty Supply Store where she buys her hair products, then to the nail shop so she could get her nails done…

While Shantel was getting her nails done she asked me if I would walk two doors down to her favorite Chinese restaurant to get her an order of chicken lo-main to go. Of course I was happy to do that for her…

Finally, at about 2:00P.M.  we arrived back at Shantel’s apartment and it was time for me to go home. Just as I was getting ready to leave Shantel asked me if I would carry her trash over to the trash bin for her because it is across the busy parking lot and it’s not safe for Shantel to do that alone… She was in the bathroom and said the trash is by the wall. I looked and saw three trash bags sitting by the wall and noticed the trash can in the kitchen was almost full so I said I would take that over as well. Shantel thanked me and I left with the trash… or so I thought…

When I got home I went to our mail box but my key wouldn’t work… and you guessed it… I realized instead of giving the apartment manager Shantel’s mail box key… I mistakenly gave her mine! Not to worry, I quick called the apartment manager and left her a message explaining my mistake and told her my husband, Bill, would stop by the next day to exchange out the keys. Lucky for us Bill works just down the street from Shantel’s apartment.

Thinking all is well that ends well regarding the key mix-up, as I was going about my daily routine this morning, Shantel calls me as says in a frantic voice “mom, how many bags of trash did you take out yesterday when you left my apartment?” I told her I took four bags of trash out and threw them in the dumpster. She said “well, two of those bags were all of my jeans, jackets, and all my winter clothes.” Picture me with the “deer in the headlights look”, with my mind racing as I frantically tried to think how we were going to recover from this…? I calmly said “I thought some of those bags were really heavy and I could hardly drag them all over to the dumpster, but I didn’t think to look inside them because I thought they were all trash.. I said “why would you have all your winter clothes in bags sitting beside the wall where you normally place your trash until someone comes by to carry it over to the dumpster for you?” Shantel told me she had the bags of winter clothes in her storage shed but when the wild furrow cats ( I wrote about them in a previous post) made their home in the storage room, Shantel’s friend, Jaz, brought the clothes in and set them by the wall until the wild cats are caught and moved to another, safe, location…”

I tried to gently suggest that it might have been a better idea to put the winter clothes in the huge walk-in closet Shantel has in her bedroom, but she wasn’t in any mood to hear any of that… So, I suggested that when her friend, Jaz, comes over today to help Shantel do her laundry at the apartment laundry room, perhaps Jaz can look in the dumpster and see if she can retrieve the clothes… I also told Shantel that her Papa, Bill, was coming by the apartment complex today to exchange out the mailbox keys… and if Jaz couldn’t locate and retrieve the clothes (Jaz is very short..) perhaps he could take a look and see if he can locate and retrieve the bags of winter clothes… I told Shantel I would call Papa/Bill and let him know of the situation and ask him to see what he can do to help.

I called Bill at work and explained the situation. At first he didn’t say anything…just dead silence… then he said OMG, you’ve got to be kidding me…” I said, now honey, let’s not judge… this could have happened to you just as well as me… he just let out a big SIGH and said “OK, I’ll see what I can do when I get there.” I thought it best not to say anything more about the misplaced winter clothes so I just said “Great, honey, I love you, have a wonderful day… I’ll see you when you get home… Bye!

Now, wouldn’t this whole ordeal make you wonder if it was just you or if other people have this kind of excitement-filled days too? 🙂 Always makes me wonder… 🙂 🙂

Stay Tuned!


6 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Ellen Kaufman
    Jun 04, 2014 @ 17:02:30

    I can honestly say your days are filled with more excitement and unplanned situations then in my life. If ever I feel kind of bored or wish for more excitement I can just read your blog.. May God Bless You ❤️Love You Sweetie🙏


  2. katsbynp
    Jun 10, 2014 @ 02:18:17

    Well you can’t say you have many dull days! Thanks for sharing! Great post


  3. gotham girl
    Jun 22, 2014 @ 19:41:23

    I don’t think anyone has the challenges that you face in any given day, ha! What a saint my bro is…that’s all I can say! xoxo


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