My Dirty Little Secret

Yesterday I sat on my butt and did nothing. I mean nothing. Other than crash from the last few weeks of school. (Teachers don't sleep or eat well during the first 6 weeks of school nor do they have any energy left for the weekends. It becomes reduced to a matter of 'survival' during this time.) So, I had to redeem myself this morning with a trip to the grocery store. Now, I always wipe down my fridge when I bring home new groceries. I have always thought that the inside of one's fridge is very telling of the family. Perhaps I developed this line of thought having lived with a very alchoholic father. You opened up our fridge and a case of Budweiser always greeted you. It was the only thing docile about the brew. Our refrigerator silently gave away what the blood of my family was. So I like to keep mine pretty clean and organized.

Today, I came trucking home from the store with bags in hand and a washcloth to wipe things down with. Then.... my dirty little secret taunted me ... again. I started to ignore it, like I always do, but when I did, it had the nerve to laugh at me!! My refrigerator door was, once again, snickering at my lack of attention.

You know what I mean. We dutifully wipe down the shelves, throw out the limp celery, the leftovers gone bad, the 'what-the-hell-is-this??' tupperware stuff. By the time you finish all of that, you glance at your door with its assorted bottles of ketchup, jelly, olives, salad dressing ... and the thought of tackling it TOO is just more than you can muster. Besides, you probably have other important things to get to, like check email, do a load of laundry, pay bills. So you ignore the door. You shut it quietly, knowing that the little refrigerator light will go out as soon as you close the door...thus submerging your dirty little secret into darkness once again.

Well, guess who's having the last laugh!?! After dismantling, scrubbing, Comet-ing, wiping, throwing out 3/4th of the contents, drying and reassembling, and even lining the shelves with folded paper towels (!!! - good lord, next I'll be putting doilies on the backs of my living room chairs!) I now have a door that no longer snickers!

.... ?? Shhh... What's that sound??? Ahh... I think I hear the garage giggling.....