Fridge logic
The fridge is a liar.
It whispers, “Just put this container away. Two seconds, tops.”
But once that door opens, I notice the sticky spot on the shelf.
And then the expired yogurt.
And suddenly I’m pulling out everything. Lining up condiments like soldiers, wiping shelves, questioning why I own seven kinds of mustard.
Before I know it, the clock says midnight, the kitchen looks like a food crime scene, and my leftovers are still sitting on the counter, waiting to be put away.
This is fridge logic… where a two-second task becomes a full-blown midnight side quest.
It’s not just cleaning, it’s a spiral of curiosity, perfectionism, and “well, I might as well…” momentum.
And yeah, it’s exhausting.
But there’s also something satisfying about waking up to a fridge that looks like a Pinterest board.
Even if all I wanted to do was stash some spaghetti.
