Family Funny: Frosty Kitchen Chaos

Lisa Cherry —  February 3, 2012

Courtesy of Kerem Yucel

By Lisa Cherry

Christmas Eve is not a good day to discover your refrigerator is not working. Instead of stuffing the stockings, Doug and I were stuffing the spoiling Christmas goodies into the back up fridge in the basement. Not a pretty sight.

We discovered a completely frosted over coil. No problem, Doug reported. The unit had done this once before and Doug had carefully watched the repair man fix it. After some creative, not-recommended usage of a space heater, he had our fridge running again.

I didn’t want to appear ungrateful, but I opted out of returning the treasured holiday food to the unit until his repairs were tested.

It was eight days until the next freeze over…then three days to the next.  The disturbing pattern had our kitchen in chaos. So Doug wisely opted to call the repairman.

$80 later the terminal diagnosis came in: “You may as well get a new unit. This one is shot.”  Easy for him to say. Ever price a LAAAARGE refrigerator unit?

I offered several creative options, from buying two smaller units to finding a used commercial cooler. Since our back up fridge was on its last leg too, we were up for a complete system overhaul.

Kalyn, Rebekah and I went shopping and came home with computer print outs and recommendations. Doug was quite enthused….until he saw the price tag.

“Hey, I think we can limp along with the old one,” he said to us.  “I don’t mind doing the defrosting with the space heater every day. It’s not such a bad job.”

I knew this was a wifely moment. Surely 30 years of marriage has taught me a few things!  Lisa, hold your tongue. He is simply experiencing sticker shock, I reasoned.

My daughters were horrified. “Mom, he’s not serious, is he?”

I recognized this as a good mentoring in marriage moment. I said, “We will just see what he thinks we should do.” And I just smiled...

It’s ten days later.  Together we picked out a beautiful new refrigerator and even got a steal of a deal!   All our goodies are now dependably holding at a cool and perfect 38 degrees.  And my heart is warm with gratitude toward my man!