Monday is Family Dinner night (at least for now). The actual night changes with the family's schedules. But, this week it was Monday night. After cleaning up and finishing the dishes, I noticed that one of the kids' cups was missing. The picture above is an old one, the spaces in this cup holder that Tyler made me are now completely filled with cups.
I was so tired after cleaning up that I didn't even check to see whose cup was missing. I just figured it was outside or under a couch or something and that I would find it the next day, but I didn't.
Tuesday evening I drove kids home after watching for meteors in the night sky. I was tired again. I almost grabbed the trash and threw it on the car to take to the dumpster, but I wasn't really up to it. It actually is hard for me to get a big trash bag into the dumpster because I am so short. It is hard to hold up the lid with one hand and then lift the heavy bag up above my shoulder height with the other arm. So, I didn't, however, when I got back home I did take the trash bag out of the can to tie up because it was stinky from dirty diapers.
That's when I heard a loud clink. I didn't think anything of it at the time, but after washing the many cups and putting them back into the holder, I was wondering where the missing cup could be. Suddenly I remembered the "clink," and I had a vision of a squiggle (one of the youngest 4 grandkids) throwing their cup away. They love to throw things away. I currently have many less forks than I used to, but I can always replace them with garage sale finds. These cups are special though, and expensive. I really didn't want to lose one, especially if all that stood between it and me was a trashbag of stinky diapers. So, I did what any self-respecting grandma would do. I dug into the stinky trashbag, and shore 'nuff, there was a cup at the bottom. And, it did belong to one of the squiggles. In fact, it was one of the twins'. It was Zeb's.
Now it is safe and sound back in the cup holder. And, all is well in Fernnook.
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