Growing up I would observe the happenings in my family and the things my mom did and think to myself "When I grow up, I'm going to do that with my kids," like making up bedtime stories, having picnics on the lawn, doing family prayer, every once in a while make breakfast for dinner, the list goes on (I'm lucky to have such a great mom...and dad, too.) But then I also would sometimes say to myself, "When I grow up I am NOT going to do that!" Naturally the mother-like daughter phrase holds true and for the most part I would be proud to be the kind of mother I have. However, in some things I break the cycle. One of those things is THE REFRIDGERATOR. My mom knows that I cannot stand how crowded and unorganized her fridge is. Her mother's fridge is just the same way. With me it stops! Even when living in my parents home, I would often clean and organize the fridge, and get so upset when it was all out of order the next day. We had nine people in our house--it happens.
Now I am grown up AND I have my own fridge AND this is how it looks
I'm glad Sean respects my fridge particularness and puts everything back where it belongs.
Oh, and for you doubters out there, I didn't just clean and organize my fridge for this post. I just randomly thought of it and took a picture.
P.S. Mom, when you read this, notice that I do have fruits and vegetables :) Love you!
-Margaret D. Nadauld