I am standing in the kitchen holding the fridge door open with my skinny leg. I pull the milk carton out and take a chug. Why bother getting a glass when I can just cool off with the fidge door open drinking cold milk. As I turn wiping my mouth off still holding the carton of milk and the fridge door open, my mother comes in the kitchen and screams at me to shut the refrigerator door. “Do you think we can afford to cool the entire house like that?” We are talking about the old days before air conditioning here folks. Then, she eyes the milk carton and quickly figures out what I have just done. “I am not drinking the milk after you just put all your germs inside. You were raised better than that!”
I thought she was a cranky mother and that she was always overblowing things. She was just not cool. All she did was yell and complain about everything I did. I didn’t have germs. What was she talking about?
Yes, I was a HUGE stinker at seven!
Now, I have stinkers (ages 2 and 3) that prop the fridge door open and I have to wrestle orange juice or milk cartons from their chubby little hands. Boy, kids start early nowadays! Now, it is I who am the uncool Mama telling them that we use cups or glasses to drink out of and it is disgusting to drink out of the carton. Why can’t they understand that they are planting germs in the milk? Germs that are now swimming and doing flips off the diving board in the milk carton in my fridge? Yikes. I just can’t have that.
I can hear the fridge door being opened at least 10 times a day. I have to take them with me to the restroom because they have figured out that is the best time to raid the fridge. I sit trying to do my business with a two year old and a three year old asking in loud child voices over and over, “Mama go pee pee ou Mama go caca?”* The wc* is just near the front door which leads into the hallway. I can hear everything being said from this hallway. I am sure that loud child voices being bounced around this small room comes through loud and clear out in the hallway. Thanks girls!
It is easy to understand that I only visit said wc when it is absolutely necessary.
caca – French baby talk version of poo poo
wc – water closet, a small room with only a toilet and sometimes a sink. Ours has just a toilet and the washing machine. I hate not being to wash my hands directly after using the restroom and must walk through the hallway to the bathroom in order to wash them. I try not to touch to many things and am constantly wiping the door knobs and doors in the house because of this. However, there is no space for a sink unless the washing machine is taken out. Let’s just say I prefer the washing machine.