Too late now

This broke gig is actually getting kind of fun. I have become very creative and Savers is my salvation. My TV broke—it was a big ole bad boy. Probably could have stacked 5 flat screens in a row to equal the depth. Savers was calling my name. Found a cute little TV for $25 bucks and had a 20% off coupon. It took two guys to load it into my front seat.   

That’s the first time it occurred to me I had no idea how I was going to get this TV into my apartment. My three little kids were in the backseat. I hopped in the car and thought, somehow I’m gonna do this. That is the single mom mantra--don’t know how, don’t know when or where, but I know why and that’s enough.

We got home. I tried to get it out of the front seat. I could not even wrap my arms around it or figure out how to lower it. It was so heavy, but  I was able to roll it down my body onto the ground.  I literally could not pick it up. Cardboard is a moving girl’s best friend. I pulled a thick cardboard box out of my trunk along with a few straps that had hooks on the end of them. I managed to wiggle the cardboard under the TV and put the hooks through the cardboard. I bent over and pulled and had Porter push it from behind. (He still had his arm in a cast.) Oh what a spectacle! A forty year old woman dragging a TV across the parking lot with a six year old who has a broken arm pushing it.

I was so proud of myself. I knew I could do it somehow. But then…we came upon the curb. Out of breath, I told Porter it was time to come up with the second part of the plan. He said what’s that? I said, I don’t know yet. Bless a stranger’s heart, a young man saw my plight and ran over to me. He said, “Do you need some help?” I laughed and said, “Yeah, yeah I do.” I’m  not too proud for help anymore.

Together we carried it into apartment but had to put it on the floor. The old TV was on the table. We watched TV on the floor for a couple days until my posting on Craigslist for a Free TV was picked up. I kindly asked the two men if they wouldn’t mind lifting my other one onto the table. Don’t know how I’ll ever move this one, but I’m sure I’ll think of something. 

I love the ironies of life. You give, you take, you live, you learn. You get yourself into something and then have to try to figure out how to make it work. It takes patience sometimes. And it always takes someone else to help. But in the end, everything seems to work out.