The door of our fridge has fallen off.
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Don't even ask, because I have never heard of a fridge door falling off.
A sudden scream from our youngest child followed by the sound of containers and glass bottles hitting the floor let me know breakfast was not going so well.
But I didn't expect to walk into the kitchen and see two very wide eyes peeping out in horror from around the fridge door which was no longer attached to the fridge and balancing awkwardly in his little arms.
After 30 seconds of both children chanting "I didn't do anything...", the fridge door was temporarily reattached - very temporarily.
When my husband and I were married some 13 years ago, our wedding gift to ourselves was this magnificent twin fridge/freezer set.
However, it appears over the period of time, with four kids continuously hanging off the one side of the door looking aimlessly inside chewing up hundreds of dollars of electricity, the fridge side was beyond repair.
But of course, 13 years later, the unit is out of date. Which means we now have a freezer with no matching fridge.
With my day full of appointments, my husband was tasked with the job of getting us a new one - and quickly.
He does a pretty good job but when the new fridge/freezer arrives, it won't fit in the gap in our kitchen cupboards where the old one lived.
Now we need the cupboard man. The older freezer remains in its spot with the new fridge/freezer sitting in the middle of the kitchen blocking half the cupboards and the old fridge on its way to the tip.
I keep tripping over an extension cord running across the room to get power to the new unit, causing me, on occasion, to let out a rather unladylike word or two.
Even the babysitter walked into the kitchen and burst out laughing until she realised she was also going to have to make this work for a while.
How can this be so hard?
But wait, the worst is yet to come.
I may have turned the old freezer off, and moved all its goods into the new one, but I forgot you are meant to leave the door ajar.
It's weeks before the cupboards can be fixed and by then, without me even realising, a festy and repulsive smell has developed inside. Opening the door is, in my 10-year-old son's words, "like releasing the worst fart ever".
And he wasn't far wrong. The smell put us all off our food and managed to work its way right through to the lounge room.
Slamming the door shut, I realised the rest of my day would consist of me having my head stuck in the putrid space cleaning.
When my new fridge finally goes in, there will be a sign reminding my entire family not to swing on the fridge door.