Staying at my sister-in-laws for an extra night last week seemed like a “fab” idea at the time. My three kids were having a great time with their cousins, aunts and uncles. The food was great, and we were all sharing stories and laughter with each other. Hey, this is what the holidays are all about, right? Our family seldom has this opportunity to be together all at once. In fact, this Christmas was the first Christmas my husband’s family has all come together, in 8 years. I do love my sister-in-laws. Having grown-up with two older brothers, sisterhood evaded me. When we “sisters” get together, we all lose ourselves in laughter over the silly things we say, gullible ways we react, and certainly to the cut-throat games of Scrabble.
I would just like to gloat for a moment, and announce right here on the Internet, that I beat my sister-in-law “K” for the very first time in 20 years! She is the Queen of Scrabble (insert, pat-on-the-back right here).
So, after I was able to persuade my amazing neighbour, to look after our very anxious, yappy dog for an extra day…plans were in place to stay and extra night.
Okay, back to what I was sharing with you. So, the next, day we decided to go shopping at the famous Vaughan Mills Shopping Centre. I managed to do a bit of spending damage there. But truth be told, I hate shopping. I especially hate shopping in trendy, massive, Toronto-ish shopping centres (I’m sure I just lost the respect of half of you right there). Anyways, my 15-year old daughter is the polar opposite to me in this department. And she was really struggling to understand why I wasn’t buying her EVERYTHING during these boxing week sales, having forgotten that I likely dumped a small fortune on Christmas presents for her and her two adorable younger brothers (lol). Anyways, it was nice to be-out with my sister-in-laws, and watching the cousins spend time together in the real world.
That night, we ate delicious leftovers, again, sat down for long chats, sharing silly jokes, poking fun at each other for our various quirks, and just enjoying the brotherly-sisterly banter. We watched a movie, and then settled down for bed. Ahhhhhh! What a great decision to stay one more night. Our kids were having a great time, and I just felt these were the kinds of memories you like your kids to build.
The only bummer to visiting family out of town is…the drive home. The drive TO a vacation, or event, or visit; is always infused with anticipation, excitement, and yearning to have a great time. The time flies as you all talk about what you want to do when you get there, and you’re playing happy highway games, or chatting the time away.
On the way home however…you’re just over-tired, irritable, and fed-up with the long drive. And is it just me, or does it seem like someone has gotta pee, every 45 minutes? It is road trips like these where I come to regret our decision to settle for a 5-seater vehicle this summer, In order to dump our crummy Dodge Caravan. Quite honestly, I completely love our Toyota Rav 4…except when all five of us have to travel in it (which is like, once a month).
I digress (as per usual).
At last, we turn-off to London. We are so close to home, I can almost taste it. I am so tired, and just looking forward to a quiet day or two. All of the Christmas shopping, wrapping, cooking, visiting, and socializing had finally caught up with me. We pulled into our neighbourhood, and in a matter seconds, I gasped!
NOOOOOO! We didn’t! Okay, maybe we didn’t. Don’t give up hope yet, Heidi. Let’s drive in a bit deeper. Maybe they haven’t made it all the way-round yet. Afterall, post-Christmas GARBAGE DAY is slow going…surely.
We round a corner, and start down the next street. Sure enough, I glance at the lane of up-ended garbage bins, standing like soldiers…all..the way…down to our street.
My worst nightmare. We…have missed the garbage day, after Christmas day. But do you know what is even worse? It’s FRIDAY! FRIDAY, I said! Well, if you are reading this and you live in London, Ontario like I do. You know all too well why this is a massive problem! Not only have I missed THE most important garbage day of the year. My most important garbage day, has landed on THE worst day of the week. In London, we run on a 6-day collection cycle. When you have garbage on a Friday, you won’t have a garbage day the next week at all! You have garbage day the following Monday!
As we make the turn onto my street, my head is spinning…it aches, and a complete feeling of defeat fills my body. They have collected every last bin on our street. And if that wasn’t enough, the recycling has been collected too.
I now know I’m heading into a brutal garbage-day-less week, with 3 bags of garbage in the garage already and 3 large recycling bins, full to the brim. With 8 days until my next garbage day, I KNOW I’m gonna need a lot of garbage tags. The other awesome feature of London’s 6-day collection cycle is the 3-bag limit. Ahhhhh yes! I am pumped for the mountain of trash that will pile-up in the garage, and the clear recycling bags I will pull out for the recycling overflow.
It seems I am clearly on my way to winning the Domestic Goddess of the Year award. Why is that you ask? Go back and check out my blog, Laundry Lunacy.
By the way, if you think I’m gonna tell ya how many bags I’m up to, with 3 days to go before garbage day…forget it. It would be a colossal embarrassment to reveal that. But, if you have a guess, comment below.
Thanks for reading!