"Wait! I made chili on Tuesday!"

Ok, so it has been soooooo long since I blogged, but please see previous posts about renovating... No time to even breathe... Here's the quick and dirty:

But that's not what prompted my sudden desire to blog... It's my mom. She carries around this tiny little purse (if you can even call it that) that you can wear around your neck (why you'd want to?) but still, it's very small, like a wallet on a string. She leaves it EVERYWHERE. I think she's left it at our house alone like 3 times in the last 2 weeks.

So last night she called and asked me if I'd seen it, because she couldn't remember using it since Tuesday morning (last night was Wednesday night) and was looking for it. I told her I hadn't, probably scolded her for losing it, and reminded her to check online in case someone was like using her cards or anything.

So this morning, she comes over to watch the kids like every day, and I happen to still be home when Chloe woke up. Mom called me upstairs and told me that when she asked Chloe if she knew where Nana's purse was, that Chloe replied (in the 3rd person, she always does it) "Chloe threw it in the garbage!" and Mom replied, "You threw Nana's purse in the garbage?" and Chloe nodded, "In the garbage!"

So I was skeptical, and I asked, "The garbage upstairs or downstairs?" she said matter of factly, "Downstairs." and I pushed further, "In the kitchen or the bathroom?" and she finished, "Kitchen!"

Mom wanted to look in the garbage, but I had to leave for work, so it wasn't happening right then for sure... But let's discuss this garbage first.

So some of you may be able to relate to a new process with San Antonio garbage collection... They only pick up one wheeled can of trash, and one of recycling once a week for each. Our trash day happens to be Friday (tomorrow). Which is good and bad... Good that Tues/Wed garbage isn't gone, but bad in that a FULL WEEK'S worth of diapers and garbage and stinky food is all piled in bags in one big stinky, lid-covered-to-trap-in-the-stink, canister.

And then me and Jason realized, not only is it dirty diaper-tastic... but I made Chili on Tuesday, and we dumped the rest out... So a Chili Cheese Dirty Diaper fest!

So all day at work, me and Jason go back and forth that WE are not going to dig in garbage, and what if it's not even in there, and it's Mom's fault, and my co-workers say but it's our daughter therefore we have to do it. And it's back and forth.

I get home, it's raining, so as to make the garbage smell nice and muggy, and Mom knows that she must look in it... She got through only 2 bags when she gave up. No purse. We looked all over the house, in Chloe's toys, bags, both cars, EVERYWHERE.

She ate dinner at our house since she didn't have any money or a debit card or anything, and then made her way home, letting us know that after a final search, she may be back early in the morning for a final garbage dive before it's picked up...

She calls us about an hour later. Found the purse on her bed. Dirty chili diapers for nothing! And that, ladies and gentlemen is how my 2 year old pulled one over on her Nana!