Poor Peter. His 6th birthday is on Thursday and he was supposed to have his friend party tonight. We don't ever do big parties around here but he was excited anyway.
Jennifer's four kids were coming for pizza and cake and her two boys, Cody and Colton, were going to spend the night.
But Peter was very sluggish yesterday and was up a lot of the night with a cough. This morning he had a fever and basically never moved from the couch.
So after lots of tears, I called Jennifer and told her we were going to have to reschedule.
And right after I got off the phone with her, I realized that a little milk had been spilled in the refrigerator. I cleaned it up and made lunch.
It was right after lunch that I realized the little bit of spilled milk was really A LOT of spilled milk.
It had run into two of the drawers and behind two of the drawers. It had even puddled up underneath the bottom drawer.
So I spent part of the afternoon cleaning out the refrigerator and Peter spent most of the day curled up in a ball on the couch. Not exactly what either one of us had planned for the day but when life gives you spilled milk, you might as well clean out the fridge!