My fridge looks like this - you know, freezer is on the bottom (my kitchen doesn't look like this at all). If you've been to my house, you probably teased me about how my freezer is crammed beyond full. I don't own a deep freeze, we won't go there in this discussion because this is my "swap a smile" blog not swap a slug blog.
I can't even say for sure that it was my fault, but since I am "Mom" everything is my fault.
I also can't say that I blame it all on Nyquil because I am sure even in my un-Nyquiled state of being, I wouldn't have checked everything.
I'll rewind here and tell the story. Yesterday was a very frazzled day, ver--y. I plan to blog about it tomorrow, I have to find something happy about Monday. Anyway, actually this story should start back with Friday or even back with a few weeks ago when my older daughter was first sick. Her cold has gone through the entire family and ended with me. Friday my head was pounding and in my husband's words, "Could someone just drill a hole in my head, please?" I've been managing the sore throat pain OK, but now have more of a cough, so last night I took NyQuil, which I can't stand. Every time I take it, I make a promise to never take it again.
So, you guessed it, when the Nyquil wore off around 3 am, I bounced out of bed ready to run a race (or try sleeping upright in the recliner, so I wouldn't cough and wake up my dear sweet sleeping, un-coughing husband -- take note here, he had been coughing earlier in the week). I went to the fridge to get a drink of water. To my total dismay, everything felt warm. I opened the freezer and saw my newly purchased popsicles (yup -- I purchased a box AND a bag yesterday) didn't look very frozen to me.
DANG
I don't know why I didn't get my cooler out immediately, that must have been the NyQuil, but since my mind was racing, I went ahead and cleaned out the dust underneath the fridge. Then, I got a blanket and fitfully went to sleep on the recliner. It was a very bad sleep.
In the morning, I told my husband the fridge wasn't working and loaded up the fridge perishables (cheese, milk, OJ) in our electric cooler. He was determined to go buy a new fridge, but after many choice words, we decided to have a service man come and look at the fridge. I hauled a bunch of freezer stuff over to my angel-neighbor Kim, who saves me on a very regular basis. I scheduled a service for 1:00 in the afternoon. He came by, managed to get one knee pad on his knee before he called me over in a very sweet Latino way, "Ma'm, could you come here please." He kindly let me know the power had been switched off in the freezer. So, with his golden fingers, and every slight twitch of those fingers costing me about $25 a second, he turned the switch to "On".
End of story.
must post, WHO turned the switch off on the freezer, that is all that matters.
ReplyDeleteI wonder what the service man thought of this woman and all her thawed veggie chili in the freezer?
Well, I've rerun the past few days over in my head and have determined it was the kids' fault. They all had popsicles Monday night. It had to be one of them and all it takes is letting something bump the dial and it'll switch to off. I just didn't know the bottom powers the top. No veggie chili, but he did tell me not to store veggie burgers in the ice box :-)
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