About 4:00 yesterday, I went out into the garage to get some meat from the freezer for dinner. What greeted me set me on a fit that lasted most of the evening! Sometime during the day, Kayden had obviously been out in the garage looking for popsicles and had left the freezer door partially open! There was a growing puddle in front of the freezer and 80% of what was inside was soggy and ruined! I had to throw three big bags of stuff away, which made me crazy! Because the door had only been part open, things defrosted, dripped on the shelves and formed huge blocks of nasty smelling ice that covered most of the freezer. I grabbed a two pronged meat fork, since I don't own an ice pick, and began poking and prying the ice violently! This is how Cheezweezil found me when he drove home from work!
As he entered the garage, I began yelling and crying about the incident. He patiently eased the fork from my hands and sent me inside to cool down. Most of his evening was spent in the garage with a hair dryer and screwdriver de-icing our freezer. My evening was spent cooking about 20 lbs of meat. I had Clinton heat up the grill, plugged in my George Forman and set two whole chickens in pans on the stove to cook up. My house still smells like chicken today, which is making Clinton, the vegetarian, sick to his stomach. I still have 3 packages of chicken in the fridge that need to be cooked today.
I yelled at Kayden and made him cry. He kept coming in to see if I was happy yet. It took awhile before I could tell him I was. I shouldn't have yelled, he didn't do it on purpose, but I was so mad! I was brutally rebuffed by Clinton for yelling at Kayden.
All in all....a really crappy night! I Tylenol PM'd myself to sleep again!