"Grab the frozen corn chowder out of the freezer to drop off at my mom's" I holler to Adam as he is getting ready to leave. Easier said than done. I'm feeding Holt on the couch when all of a sudden I hear a lot of clamor and commotion coming from the kitchen. It sounds like Adam is being attacked by freezer items, more specifically milk.
That is, in fact, exactly what happened. Since Holt has been born, freezer space has become more and more of a commodity. Space has become increasingly more sparse with each passing day. I can longer buy real people food that is stored in the freezer. It's gotten to the point where it is a puzzle trying to figure out where the next bag is gonna fit.
Over the last month or so, it has been expected for a few bags to fall out like ice bricks, attempting to smash your bare toes. However, today was the climax! We packed up 50 bags to take to my mom's house, along with the corn chowder, and it did not even put a dent in the stockpile. We presume there are an additional 100 bags of milk still in our freezer. At least we know Holt won't be starving anytime soon.
Priceless!
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