Our ice maker quit months ago.  Rather than pay to get it fixed, we’ve just been heading down to the corner store and buying bags of ice.  We use a lot of ice, so even that because a hassle.  We don’t have room in our freezer to store a second bag, so the last time we ran out, we’ve just done without ice.

Guilty Pleasure - BetweentheKids.comAbout two weeks ago, unbeknownst to the rest of my family, I started filling  those baby food ice trays (with lids) with water and dumping them into the big ice tray.  When no one is around, I get ice.  Whether it’s for my water… ice coffee… tea…  Only I know there’s been ice in there.  I like it like that.  After all, ice is a luxury, and the rest of the family has learned how to go without.  Right?

I don’t feel bad about it.

I mean, remembering to fill, wait, dump, refill, wait, dump again, has been a pain in the rear, since I only have three of those trays, but it’s pretty much become a daily routine for me now.

This morning, I heard a noise that scared the fire out of me.  I had no idea where it originated.

Then, I was sitting closer to the kitchen, and I heard it again.  I realized……… of COURSE. Right when I establish a nice little selfish routine… the ice maker decides to start working again.

So much for my not-so-guilty pleasure!