It involved . . .
- a puddle the size of a small pond on my kitchen floor
- an emptying of the linen closet to clean up the small pond on the floor
- a freezer full of thawed out food
- an emergency visit from an appliance repair person at 4:45 PM
- a return visit by said person to deliver a new fridge at 5:45 PM
- kitchen counters and kitchen floors filled with food from the fridge
- a quick and very necessary cleaning of the floor underneath the fridge
- a new fridge in place and plugged in
- a quick dinner made from the unquestionable food on the counters and the floor
- a painstaking process of evaluating all food on the floor and counter
- a large garbage can filled with half the food that used to be in the fridge and the freezer
- a somewhat empty new fridge
- a sweeping and mopping of the entire kitchen floor where the food used to be
- a thorough cleaning of the counters where the food used to be
- a daughter who in the midst of all the chaos decided to turn over a full cup of milk . . . on purpose
- another daughter who asked me at least 100 times in 1 1/2 hours why we have a new fridge
- repurposing the towels used to clean up the pond to clean up the milk
- me falling on the wet spot on the floor left over from cleaning up the milk
- a full washing machine of towels
Then at 8 PM, I tucked my sweet, question-asking Monkey and my lovable, milk-spilling Peanut into bed.
We said our prayers.
We kissed goodnight.
And I looked at my Monkey and my Peanut, and I felt peace.
In the midst of the chaos of the past three hours, I felt peace.
Why am I telling you all of this?
Because I know at least one of you out there . . . probably more than one . . . knows exactly how I feel!
And that's why I love the blogging community!