But then, right after I finished feeding him his lunch, I opened the fridge to clean off one of the shelves where an egg had broken and leaked. Jonah crawled and pulled up on the fridge shelves while I was cleaning. No big deal. But then, when I was ready to shut the door, I moved him just out of the way enough to close it. As I was closing it, the WHOLE ENTIRE FRIDGE DOOR fell off and slammed face down on the floor. It was within centimeters of really hurting Jonah. It brushed up against his leg when it fell, but thankfully, it just touched the bandaged part. He was so scared, but I snatched him up fast before he had time to really realize what had happened. So then I had a scared and screaming baby, and a fridge door (including smashed eggs and leaking sauce bottles) face down on my kitchen floor. My dad had left about thirty minutes earlier, so I called him to come back. While I was waiting for him, I trapped Jonah in his exersaucer in the basement and hiked all the food that I really cared about (mostly his yogurts, cheeses, milk etc) and took it down to the garage fridge. I didn't even attempt to lift the door and see the damage till my dad got back. It took him the rest of the afternoon to fix it.
My first feeling was terror when I thought it was going to hurt Jonah. But then, when I knew he was okay, all I could think was, "You have got to be kidding me? What else?"
It was very frustrating, but in the scheme of things, it is NOT important at all. (But I didn't even stop to take a photo of how ridiculous it all was, because, frankly, I was just too pissed off to take pictures.) I'm ready for this week to be OVER and for a three day weekend and am praying for cooler weather tomorrow and Sunday.