I remember my mom saying she couldn’t have anything nice and now I know what she means. I hoped my kids would be better than me. My husband is so calm and laid back. Perhaps my spousal choice would breed this out of my line?
I mentioned this to his mom and she dolefully shook her head and said both her kids “done broke every pretty” she ever had.Well, at least he’s good looking.
I remember noticing how good our kids are at climbing. The back sides of the banister, baby gates, cribs, bookshelves–my kids could climb like monkeys. No cookies on top of the fridge were safe. No hiding spot was out of reach.
New, nice purchases are few and far between for us. We have a lot of kids and one job by choice, so we need to make sure a “want” is also a need.
When we moved into our house the previous owners had left the fridge in the kitchen. They must had left in a hurry because there was still food in the fridge. One. Year. Later.
Yes, the house had been empty for a year with the power off. I saw the fridge and thought “Cool, something we don’t have to buy!” And then I opened it. “Gross” does not cover it.
Still, we were stretching to purchase even this fixer-upper. My husband decided to clean the fridge and keep it. He gave whatever was in there a proper Christian burial, disassembled the fridge down to the walls, took all removed parts outside and washed and bleached everything. He did a great job and removed all lingering odors.
Then we used that refrigerator for almost ten years.
I almost wept with pleasure when it finally died.
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I loved that new fridge. Sometimes I’d just gaze at it. It made me happy.
And then I heard the words I have grown to fear: “Oopsie!”
Oopsie at my house can mean anything from “I dropped a spoon” to “I made all the toilets overflow simultaneously”.
So now, my pristine chilling machine has a gigantic crack in the crisper drawer. Apparently you can’t slam the door shut while the drawer is pulled out. Grr. Replacement cost: $200. Not going to happen.
I have allowed the child to live and have continued to love her. My mom did it for me.
And when Mom visits and sees the crack, I hope she doesn’t smile too much when she sees it. Last time, she did an end zone victory dance. Tacky.
Have your kids done broke all your pretties? What have they done lately?