The Day I Almost Put My Child in a Dumpster
By Trish Sammer on August 06, 2013
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So who else went dumpster diving last weekend?
Saturday was one of those high-intensity parenting days where the kids fought all day -- loudly and with much enthusiasm -- at home and in public. Mommy (that’s me) had no patience left. Mommy (again, me) had already texted this message to another mom who was bringing her son over for a playdate that evening:There is no beer in my house but if you would like to bring some I wouldn’t complain.
She was all over that. Bless her.
While the boys were happily taking out every toy we own and playdate mom was making a beer run, my already supremely shitty day took a dive. Yes, right into the dumpster. I’d sent Megan out to toss two small trash bags into the trash chute. I also gave her my keys so she could grab the mail while she was over there. (I know. You’re all putting this together already. You’re so smart.)
Yes. Less than a minute later I heard the front door slam, followed by the sound of Megan’s voice yelling, “MOMMY! I ACCIDENTALLY THREW YOUR KEYS INTO THE DUMPSTER! IT WAS AN ACCIDENT! I’M SO SO SORRY!!!”
I don’t think I’ve ever seen her eyes so wide (except for when the ghost spoke to her).
“Boys. Shoes on. Now,” I said as I looked around for a giant claw, like in those arcade machines, with which I could reach into the dumpster chute to retrieve my keys. Oddly enough, I couldn’t find one. Instead I grabbed a flashlight, a shovel and a broom.
Megan apologized a hundred times on the way to the dumpster. “It’s not your fault. You know I don’t get mad when accidents happen,” I said. But I sounded pretty fucking mad. It’s a lot easier to pull off that line when someone spills lemonade on the living room rug.
I have spare house keys and car keys, but the car key -- being a “smart key” -- costs $300 to replace and it takes about a week to get a new one. (I’m devoted to my Prius but they sort of stick it to you on that whole “cost of ownership” thing.)
It’s the key that costs a gajillion times more than a regular key!
I didn’t want to be down to just one car key. What if something happened to that one? What if that key got lost or tossed? Then we’d all starve to death and probably be eaten by polar bears. I had to protect my children. I knew what I had to do.
So I hurled my daughter into the trash chute and made her get the keys since she friggin’ threw them in there in the first place. (Kidding.) Rather, I hoisted her up to see if she could spot the keys while I held on to her.
They were on top of a bag, juuuuuust at the bottom of the trashy sliding board thing that propels your junk to the dumpster floor. They were out of my reach by a couple of inches. The shovel and broom seemed clumsy and useless -- and likely to knock the keys further into the trashy abyss. I silently lamented my lack of an arcade claw and made a mental note to look for one on eBay.
“Who’s going to get them?” Megan asked with a panicked look on her face.
I did hyperfast calculation. I could boost her up, hang on to her, and with a long reach she could grab them and we’d be outta there in two seconds.
“I think you are,” I said.
“WHAT? MOMMY! I don’t want to go into the dumpster!!! I won’t do it!! You can’t make me!!!” If there exists a book of random and incriminating out-of-context quotes, certainly that one should be included.
Let’s remember that this day had easily been in the Top 5 of Worst Parenting Days of 2013. This kid had pushed my buttons the entire day. She had cycled through every crazy hormonal personality available to young girls and each of those personalities came with a heavy dose of attitude and hatred for her mother. My fuse was not only short, it was gone. I channeled my own bitchy little preteen and blurted out, “Why not? You threw them in there.”
No, not a “win” in the mommy column.
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