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Ice Ice Baby

I am not even sure that it’s called a deep freezer. Some call it a chest freezer, others say it’s a deep-freeze. Whatever you want to call it, we just bought a 200 litre freezer thing-a-ma-bob and I love it!

To give you a bit of background… when we got married, the hubby promised me that one day, I too could get a double door stainless steel fridge like the one in the Defy TV advertisement, but seeing as we stayed in a tiny two bedroom flat at the time, I had to settle for a normal fridge with the three drawer freezer at the bottom. And this was fine for us. One whole drawer used to be dedicated to ice trays… that’s how little we used to freeze. My pre-baby memory is a bit rusty but I think we had a chicken and some burger patties and perhaps a packet or two of frozen vegetables in the other drawers and on occasion, a two litre vanilla ice cream. Oh, and of course those blue freezer blocks that you put in your cooler box when you go camping, because a freezer just wouldn’t be a freezer without the blue blocks, right. Then we had Liam and the freezer was still pretty empty, except for those few months when I attempted to freeze my breast milk in those fancy (and darn expensive) little Avent cups. I dedicated the whole top drawer to my precious breast milk and every time I opened that drawer it was as if a luminous light shone out at me, like when a kid opens a treasure chest in the movies, revealing the magic liquid that would nourish my child. Then I got over the whole breast is best mantra, and moved onto I’m-a-mother-of-two-and-I-do-what-is-easier-not-better. But this happened at about the same time that Liam started eating “real” food and Hannah started eating pureed food. So I needed more space for Hannah’s precious ice trays of specially pureed fresh fruit and vegetables, and for Liam’s chicken nuggets, smiley face frozen potatoes, fish fingers, frikadels (meat balls), and MORE frozen veggies. And it was around about this time that my whining for an additional freezer began. This was about a year ago.

 Besides the kids’ nutritional needs that urged me to get a freezer, I also started to become very thrifty after I witnessed firsthand, the cost of having a family. I realized the value in buying half a sheep, as compared to three or four lamb chops at a time. Buying in bulk is just generally cheaper. The other bane of my existence has got to be buying bread and milk every three seconds. It annoys me no end to have to stop at a garage on my way home from work almost every day, when all I want to do is get home as quickly as possible to remove my high heels that I squished my already bunion infested toes into, ten hours prior (traffic time included). And every second day, poor Zoleka has to send me an sms, like clockwork, to please get bread and milk on my way home. Now with my fantabulous freezer, I can buy and freeze bread and milk to my heart’s content, and I already have. But of course JUST because I have bread and milk on hand for months, the kids have taken to eating more fruit and drinking more water in this summer heat, than eating bread or drinking milk. Anyway, I used all these and many lamer excuses to convince the Hubby that I needed a freezer, I even said I’d take it as my Christmas present, that’s how much I wanted it. But I swear if I don’t have a present under that Christmas tree, I will put the TV remote in my freezer.

I was sad to let him stand in the garage all on his own, alongside power tools and other useless junk that we seem to collect, but we don’t have space for a fly in the house. Yesterday I went out to buy many things that can be frozen, just because I can! And also, I figure it’s better to fill him up now while I can afford to, so that there is stock on hand when Jeopardy-January comes around and we’re scrounging around until pay day. He is beautiful and shiny and cool! He will store all sorts of yummy things that we didn’t have space for before, like ice lollies and frozen grapes for the kids (have you tried that?) and delicious rump steaks and lamb shanks for Mommy and Daddy. He’ll save me time by storing convenience foods for quick suppers like readymade frozen chips and Mama’s Pies. He will be a hero to the household – a friend to melting jelly and a shelter to frozen peas. He shall be called Dexter the Deep Freezer.

On the first day of Christmas…

So today is the first day of my holiday and I thought I’d jot down a few pointers to serve as a reminder for next year, when submitting my leave form, to take leave as close to Christmas as possible. Or not to take any at all. It seems I have more rest at work, than I do when I’m on holiday. So to sum up today’s activities…

I got up at the crack of dawn to wrestle with my hair. You see tonight is our annual Christmas dinner with special friends, and the last thing you want to do, is pitch up looking like you’ve had a rough day. You’ve got to make all this mothering, home-making, Christmas shopping, gammon-cooking and being nice to your mother in law, look like a walk in the park, when in fact, it feels like I’ve been ridden over by a taxi…twice. Sorry I digress, so I got up early to wash, blow and iron my hair. This in itself is no mean feat. It leaves me feeling sweaty and annoyed at God for not giving me straight hair. Thankfully the hubby and kids had gone to the airport to fetch MIL (mother in law). Then I rushed downstairs to start my pots as I had offered to make a roast gammon with veggies as part of tonight’s dinner. Enter hubby, kids and MIL. We exchanged pleasantries on how to cook a gammon, how to clean house and how to look after the kids… you know… the usual things that one discusses with one’s MIL. Then off to the shops we dashed. Zoleka, my hero, watched the pots and cleaned house while we were out. And as much as I wanted to leave the kids with her too, I really didn’t want to spoil this poor lady’s life by doing that to her, not on her last day of work for 2011 (this scares me a bit, what will I do without my Zoleka for almost 3 weeks?). So off we went.

As if I haven’t learned that shopping with children is a nightmare, I thought I’d do it one more time, slap bang in the middle of the holidays when the malls are positively heaving with Santa’s little helpers blowing their 13th cheques, just for kicks. MIL decided she wanted to buy us our gifts on this trip too, but I politely declined, as I would be damned if I chose a candle holder just to choose SOMETHING so we could get the hell up out of there… I want to browse and discuss the budget before choosing my gift… hello? Right so after a good few hours at the shops, we came home to a delicious smell wafting through the house. Gammon was cooked, I glazed that baby and popped her back in the oven to roast. Got stuck into the side dishes AND had to make dinner for the kids, MIL and Zoleka…which was the least I could do considering they were staying behind while we traipsed off to a party that was going to be legendary, no doubt. Then hubby and I had to go back to the shops to collect our deep freezer because we refused to pay the R250 delivery fee when we live about 500 metres from the shop. THE deep freezer which I have been begging for since about 1948. Yay, at last I can buy in bulk and FREEZE! But my deep freezer deserves it’s own blog post so that is all I will say about that… except that my back is now broken as hubby and I had to physically lift this massive piece of machinery from the car to it’s spot in the house. You have to wonder if the back pain is worth the R250?

Then a moment’s relief as we filled the plastic pool and let the kids frolic. Just a side note.. have you noticed that if your feet are cool, it sort of cools your whole body down? I felt quite refreshed after dipping my feet in the cool water, and ready to tackle my next task. Gift wrapping for tonight’s do. Quite a task when you have two todders asking you millions of questions relating to who’s gift is this, where’s mine, why did you buy that funny present (eek, hope the recipient doesn’t think so?), when will you be finished, I want to pee, etc, etc, etc.

Which brings me to now… Five minutes to post this blog, before I put the finishing touches to my dishes, bath the kids, hop in the shower and make myself pretty. I swear if the rest of my holiday is as tiring as today was, I am going to phone my boss and beg him to retract my leave application.