I Hate That Wheelbarrow.

On By LynnIn TurtleHead

Last Wednesday morning, a wheelbarrow fell on my head.

We keep our rather large wheelbarrow hanging on the wall of our garage, using a special snap clip that was made for this purpose. I was putting out some garbage and I nudged it with my shoulder and it came crashing down. ON MY HEAD.

I was so shocked and scared, I actually cried. Sadly for Sir Monkeypants, that made it a complete set — every single one of his family members had had a crying fit that morning that he had had to deal with. Lucky for me he was still at home and still had some comfort left in him to give.

Now I have a nice big bruise on my left temple, some scrapes on my forehead, and a weird thing going on with my left cheek where it doesn’t look injured, but when you touch it it kind of feels like you are dragging your hand across sandpaper. That doesn’t seem good, does it?

So yesterday was garbage day here, and I was outside bundling up the garbage to go out, and guess what?

A WHEELBARROW FELL ON MY HEAD. AGAIN.

This time it hit me in the back of the head, so at least my injuries aren’t as noticeable. Otherwise, I’m guessing I might get a few inquires from concerned neighbours who aren’t going to buy the whole, “A wheelbarrow fell on my head! Twice!” story.

I’ve brought the wheelbarrow inside. It’s sitting in the middle of our living room. I think I will leave it there until we can fix the hanger for it — likely in the summer, when our hands won’t freeze off in the process.

Or maybe I will just burn it in effigy and LAUGH. LAUGH AS IT BURNS.

Just thought I’d let you all know what a wheelbarrow is doing in the middle of my living room, in case you stopped by. And that I am not a victim of spousal abuse, in case you were wondering but were too nervous to ask.

10 thoughts on “I Hate That Wheelbarrow.”

  1. CapnPlanet's avatar CapnPlanet

    OMG, I’m so sorry, but I laughed when the wheelbarrow hit your head the second time. Hope you heal soon and that you find a better solution for storing it.

  3. Ouch…poor you.
    A few weeks ago I slammed my hand on our shed door lock, cut it and thought I broke a bone or two…almost cried- but held it in.
    Lulu looked on and was so sympathetic.
    “are you okay mommy? Should we go to the hospital?”
    She was so sweet I almost forgot the pain.
    Almost.
    I’m just glad we don’t have a wheelbarrow.

  4. Ouch! Hope your head feels better soon.

    And I’m afraid to mention that saying about things happening in threes! I’d stay FAR away from the wheelbarrow if I were you!

  5. I also feel bad saying that I laughed when you mentioned the second incident too. However, I laughed hardest when you said it was parked in your living room. I totally would have done that too. Or left it out on the street.

  8. Oh ouch. I always cry when things hit me on the head. My kids now expect it. I am not a big crier unless I am hit on the head. Weird that. So, I feel your pain.

    Oh, and put some flowers in the wheelbarrow and a few books. It can become a decorating statement – I dare the neighbours to comment on THAT.

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