I had a busy, long and a bit frustrating day yesterday.
It was almost 11pm and all I wanted before I went to bed was a nice big glass of ice water. I held my cup under the ice dispenser but all that came out was one puny little chunk of ice about the size of a quarter. I opened the freezer and sure enough, we had no ice.
You know the saying "The straw that broke the camel's back"? Well, this was the ice chunk that broke my attempt at ending the day on a positive note. I was just so very tired....
"REALLY?!" I yelled.... "Is it to much to ask for at least ONE normal sized ice cube? Ahhhhh!!"
I instantly felt stupid for getting upset, but no one else was in the kitchen at the time so I figured no one had witnessed my stress induced outburst. I headed for bed. A few moments later my son came upstairs, wanting to know what was wrong. I told him about my ice water FAIL and then apologized for yelling. He gave me a hug and was so cute. He said, "sorry there wasn't enough ice." As if the whole thing wasn't a ridiculous thing to be upset about.
This morning when I got up I went to get something out of the freezer and found 5 cups all filled with ice. Before he had gone to bed, he filled those cups with water and put them in the freezer. He had wanted me to have my cold drink when I got up. Do I have the sweetest boy or what?!
I sure do love my kids.
I love them even more than I love ice water.