It was one of those moments I looked around me and thought “What’s even happening here? What is my life?”
I was standing in the kitchen holding an ice cream container with one hand, and a White Claw with the other. I glanced over to see my nearly-nude 11 month old with a bag of tortillas, dropping the entire thing down the gaping hole in the floor where he pulled off the vent cover. This was the aftermath of clearing out and salvaging what we could when we got home to the surprise of a not-so-cold refrigerator. Exhausted and just plain over it, I grabbed a spoon to polish off the ice cream, only to realize it wasn’t even solid enough to be spoon-able. I tipped back the ice cream container, soupy, with chunks of cookie dough, and took a slurp. The contents of our broken fridge were spread out all over the kitchen. I just kept reminding myself, “It could be worse.” I’m working on perspective, and though I question how I maintain a shred of sanity some days, it certainly could be worse.
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Ter Keys
3/2/2022 09:17:22 pm
That is the worst. I hope you are not without a fridge for long.
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Mark McTeague
3/2/2022 09:18:22 pm
I think you did the right thing. Slurp up that ice cream to free that hand up for another White Claw. Only sensible thing to do in that situation. Those can be consumed like warm if necessary.
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EugeniaKouts
3/2/2022 10:33:21 pm
Ugh! I'm so glad you enjoyed your ice cream soup and at least you didn't have to wash an extra spoon since you could drink it straight from the container. Hoping you get it fixed or a new one soon!
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Sara T.
3/5/2022 08:57:11 am
OMG Melody... as if you needed one more thing! lol
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