Last night I was trying to make dinner in a frenzy. We had just arrived home from some errands and it was already 6:30 with no dinner on the table. Brian was in the frig finding something to hold William over and I asked him to grab me an onion and some carrots.
"Oh my God!" He exclaimed.
"What?!" I cried in an equally horrified sounding voice.
In the bottom of the vegetable drawer, beneath the onions, carrots and potatoes, was what appeared to be some rotting remnants of a farmer's market purchase many moons ago.
It should be said that I usually keep my refrigerator tidy and up-to-date. I am frequently telling Brian if he doesn't eat XYZ by tonight then I'll throw it out tomorrow. Brian hates to see food thrown away so I always have to give him a warning first. But this isn't so much the case with my vegetable drawer. We go through the staples (onions, garlic, carrots, celery and potatoes) so often that I rarely have to remember to go looking for rotting food in that drawer. But last night we found a straggler and boy was it bad.
I told Brian we needed to finish the task at hand (feeding William and making dinner) and that I would get to the drawer after we had eaten.
During dinner my stomach started to churn at the thought of cleaning that drawer. In my most sweetest and innocent voice I calmly asked Brian if he would swap duties with me for the evening. I told him I would give William a bath and get him ready for bed if he agreed to clean up the kitchen...including the vegetable drawer. He agreed. Bless his heart.
So up William and I went to get him washed up and jammies on. The bathwater was already running so I started whipping off his clothes. Just as I was about to also whip off his diaper (which is usually never dirty at that time of day) I took a quick peek in the back. Dang. Maybe I got the short end of the stick on this duty swap.
So into his bedroom we went to take care of his business. I opened the diaper and yelled, "Oh! Yuck! Gross!"
On a typical weekday I change about five diapers. This is what I do all day every day. So for me to say this in comparison to every other diaper you can imagine how bad it was.
"Yes!" I heard Brian yell excitedly from downstairs. "It sounds like I got the better deal!"
"Oh my God!" He exclaimed.
"What?!" I cried in an equally horrified sounding voice.
In the bottom of the vegetable drawer, beneath the onions, carrots and potatoes, was what appeared to be some rotting remnants of a farmer's market purchase many moons ago.
It should be said that I usually keep my refrigerator tidy and up-to-date. I am frequently telling Brian if he doesn't eat XYZ by tonight then I'll throw it out tomorrow. Brian hates to see food thrown away so I always have to give him a warning first. But this isn't so much the case with my vegetable drawer. We go through the staples (onions, garlic, carrots, celery and potatoes) so often that I rarely have to remember to go looking for rotting food in that drawer. But last night we found a straggler and boy was it bad.
I told Brian we needed to finish the task at hand (feeding William and making dinner) and that I would get to the drawer after we had eaten.
During dinner my stomach started to churn at the thought of cleaning that drawer. In my most sweetest and innocent voice I calmly asked Brian if he would swap duties with me for the evening. I told him I would give William a bath and get him ready for bed if he agreed to clean up the kitchen...including the vegetable drawer. He agreed. Bless his heart.
So up William and I went to get him washed up and jammies on. The bathwater was already running so I started whipping off his clothes. Just as I was about to also whip off his diaper (which is usually never dirty at that time of day) I took a quick peek in the back. Dang. Maybe I got the short end of the stick on this duty swap.
So into his bedroom we went to take care of his business. I opened the diaper and yelled, "Oh! Yuck! Gross!"
On a typical weekday I change about five diapers. This is what I do all day every day. So for me to say this in comparison to every other diaper you can imagine how bad it was.
"Yes!" I heard Brian yell excitedly from downstairs. "It sounds like I got the better deal!"
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