Mother’s Day this year was nice-for the most part. I woke up to breakfast served by my husband. I received cards made by my kids. I spent the day at my Mom’s house. And to round out a pleasant day, I got my arm stuck in the freezer. Yes, that’s right–stuck in the freezer. Not a little stuck. Stuck.

I have a refrigerator with a bottom drawer freezer and I like to keep it organized. Even though it was Mother’s Day, my special day, I decided to clean it up a little bit. I had already cleaned both of my kids’ rooms earlier as part of the day’s celebration (inadvertently ruining my daughter’s surprise birthday present to me for later in the week and sending her into a tailspin, but I digress.)  In the process of cleaning said freezer, I–once again inadvertently– knocked something into the back of it. Knowing that I wouldn’t be able to close the freezer door, I needed to retrieve it right then.  

Normally, I’d take the drawer out and reach behind to get the item, but it was Mother’s Day. It was my special day and I didn’t feel like lifting out the drawer. I had made lots of ice in the ice maker and it was heavy, so I opted for the easy way out. I decided to reach my arm in there and stretch. And that, my friends, is how you get stuck in the freezer.

I now walk around sporting a lovely hematoma on my elbow complete with purple trim. And when people ask how it got there, I get to tell them the story of how I was stuck in the freezer. On Mother’s Day. My special day.