Summertime…

June 23rd arrived in a lovely fashion…fairly sunny and no alarm clock ringing in my ear. I couldn’t help but smile at the start of my summer vacation; when you are the parent of school-age children, you live and breathe by the school calendar.

And since the calendar now tells us we are on summer vacation, we decided to kick off our summer on the right foot this year.

We packed up the kids for a trip to a nearby indoor water park.

But first I cleaned out the refrigerator. Which means I got rid of all the soupy and mysterious once-vegetables and finally scrubbed off the spilled caramel ice cream topping. There wasn’t too much sweat or swearing involved in pouring out the cucumbers from the veggie bins. However, things were different with the caramel clean-up on aisle “needs better refrigerator hygiene.”

I can’t remember, but I believe I got the jar of caramel ice cream topping for some froofy dessert I made back at Christmas. And at some point it tipped over. With its lid not properly affixed. And the contents, except for the scant tablespoon or so remaining in the jar, made it’s way to the bottom of the fridge.

So yes, there was a bit of swearing sweating involved in its removal.

All of which put my in the proper frame of mind to stand around in a bathing suit for 15 hours exhibiting my chicken flesh.

Of course, a few 15 hours or so more and I’ll be back home with the rest of my summer stretching before me.

Filled with such gems of joy as cleaning out the kids’ closets.

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4 thoughts on “Summertime…

  1. I am so glad summer is here. We homeschool, so it’s literally a vacation for me as well as for my son – who’s a Junior in the fall so yeah, I could use the break!

    I’m trying to ignore the resemblance between our refrigerators. Except that yours is now caramel-free and mine still has a liberal sprinkling of what was once cinnamon sugar (and is now some form of organic cement) in the bottom of the butter drawer. We won’t discuss how it got there, or how long it’s been there. Or the fact that I’m now feeling like I should do something about it. Hopefully that last bit will pass before I get home from work.

  2. LOVE this! We had a pool of dried on goop on the bottom of my fridge for I *think* over a year. I kept thinking SURELY my husband might see it too. Under the veggie drawer is a ignorable spot I guess. Anyway, I DID clean it to sparkling prior to my sister and families visit at Christmas time. Although my white-glove mom is no longer here to shoot me THE LOOK, we still KNOW what is expected by her and I know it was a BIG YIKES!

  3. Ugh. I hate cleaning the refrigerator. About once a year I get disgusted enough to through out everything in it, and start fresh.

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