So, last night I came home to a very odd situation. (Side note: For those of you who don’t know, I take care of my mom who is 70, full time. She is a doll, but after last night, I now know where I get my clumsiness from!)
Anyway, I have lived on my own before, obviously, but for the first time in about 10 years, I’m responsosible for everything in my household….finances, cleaning, chores, the fixing of broken things in the house, etc. I have had a dude around who would do all that stuff without hesitation, but for the first time, just me. Cool, no problem. I got this! #GirlPower
However, last night’s situation was truly bizarre and could NEVER be replicated, even if we tried. Let me just show you a picture so you can see how truly crazy this is…
Do you see that?! Yep, its a small bowl that somehow slipped out of my mom’s tiny little arthritic hands while she was washing it and landed squarely in the opening of the garbage disposal!! How in the actual heck does that even happen!? Again, we could NEVER reproduce that again, even if we tried! My mom called me in a panic at work (cause that’s what she does….poor thing!) and proceeded to tell me the “situation”. She also stated emphatically that she is not sure how ANYONE will be able to fix it, because she tried. Hahahahaha y’all she is 90 pounds soaking wet, and soooo tiny. Trust me, there was no way she could get that thing dislodged.
It should also be said that my older brother who is a gigantic man (seriously, 6 foot somethin’, 190 pounds, if not more and solid as a rock!), “allegedly” attempted to get that thing outta there with no luck. Even my 6 year old nephew Michael said, “Auntie Nernin (can’t say Erin) even I tried and I’m a super hero…that thing isn’t budging”. Friends, a freakin’ super hero tried to fix this and was unsuccessful…….no pressure!
Alright, so now the heat is on. I tried a butter knife, too thick…I tried a steak knife, still too thick. Hmmm alright ya big meanie, why ya gotta be so difficult?!?! Then I’m thinking, Eureka, a plunger…wait, no that won’t work. The suction will push the dish down further into the hole..then I’m REALLY in trouble. (Did I mention, there is a maintenance man available 24/7 at my condo?! Yep, but nahhhhh, we don’t need no stinkin’ maintenance man, we (I) got this!
Time for some brute force, cause nothin’ else is workin and I refuse to give up. Worst case scenario here friends is I’ll have to disconnect the disposal from underneath the sink and it should fall right through, but again, too easy (hard) for this girl! (Alssssso, I don’t have any tools, so that might be an issue…note to self: get some tools asap!) Ok, we’re nearing the end here…..I grab some paper towels and soak up the water that somehow has made its way into the bowl, I put both hands on either side of the dish and just start rockin and rollin that jerk until……..WHAMO! It comes out!!! OMG OMG OMG!
Everyone stood up from the living room, came running into the kitchen in actual awe of my accomplishment. I was a gosh darn hero, and darn it, it felt good! Wonder woman who?! I took a victory lap around the kitchen, threw the dish down and like any good quarterback, danced around the “enemy” screaming “IN YOUR FACE BOWL, IN.YOUR.FACE!”.
Its a thing of beauty, isn’t it?!?!
There IS a point to this story. I am grateful I have the confidence to take on things like this, because less than a 6 months ago, I would NEVER have even attempted it. Also, you don’t NEED anyone, its nice to have someone, but you, you got this!
Erin~
