I couldn’t sleep last night. The anxiety was so high the sleeping pill I took did nothing until 4 a.m. I was awoken a few minutes before 9 a.m. when Groot jumped out of bed. My body is trained to wake up when Groot gets up, cause I’ve learned the hard way that if I don’t, she’ll leave me presents on my closet floor. And believe me, no one wants those presents.
Let me just state here, I genuinely thought today was Thursday.
I put on my glasses, cause running on almost 5 hours of sleep, I figured I would probably come back in and go back to bed. I got Groot outside, and immediately my stomach dropped.
Everyone in the neighborhood had their trash can at the curb and all the lids were open, which means they had all been emptied. I was baffled. It was Thursday! Why did no one tell me our trash day had changed? There had been no notification from the city. Plus, no one had their trash out last night, not even the super dependable neighbors directly across the street. So, when did they all put the cans at the curb, and how did they know the trash day had changed?
I pulled out my phone, intending to look up the trash day schedule on the city’s website. And then I saw it.
Our regular trash day.
So, as Groot did her business, I stood there and cried.
I’m clearly doing well at this whole handling life thing.