It's a Love/Hate Relationship

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If you don't get what you want,
it's either a sign you did not seriously want it,
or that you tried to bargain over the price.
~Rudyard Kipling

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This week, the refrigerator died and we had to buy a new one.  When it comes to appliances, it is a major purchase that I feel should be well thought out.  I like to spend time shopping, comparing, driving to multiple stores, asking questions, opening doors/drawers and various other gadgets on the appliance.  Unfortunately, as the other had simply died, I did not have this luxury.  We needed a new refrigerator and we needed it NOW! 

Where we live, there are very limited options for where to shop for appliances.  So, we settled on a nice Whirlpool side-by-side.  We needed it fast because Madison was already crying about where we would put her chocolate milk and how we would get to it quickly when she was thirsty.  I'll say it again, I didn't like rushing this decision, but we needed it and before a tantrum reached epic proportions.  All this over chocolate milk! 

The refrigerator was delivered today.  I should have been filled with delight but was only filled with doubt.  It fit and it is a perfectly fine refrigerator.  However, I guess I have grown too accustomed to my old one.  Perhaps I wasn't given sufficient enough time to mourn the loss of this appliance that had stored bottles and sippy cups for my children.  The same appliance that fed me chocolate when I was up for midnight feedings.  It was definitely a sad loss.  This new appliance really had big shoes to fill! 

Our new refrigerator does have its perks.  Madison can reach her own milk and juice boxes and hopefully begin to get her own drinks.  It does have the ice and water dispenser on the outside and it works with most any glass we use, including my Camelbak.  The freezer opens much more easily than the old one that sealed well and you had to literally tug on it.  But, (you all knew it was coming) it doesn't have things my old one did. 

It's OK, I'll grow accustomed to it.  Perhaps I had one count against it before it even appeared in my kitchen.  I'm not sure I know many women who would complain about a new appliance like I am.  So, I'll awake tomorrow with a fresh perspective, hot coffee and hopefully a new love of this wonderful refrigerator.  Until then, I left this little note, just in case the fridge is up in the middle of the night and needs some light reading material. 

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