YOPJ - Nasty Fridges and Boundaries

I am a bad fridge mate. The kind who has been asked repeatedly, along with the kids, to never have open concentrated orange juice cans in the fridge.

Que obedience, temptation and fall from grace.

Everybody has excuses. Mine goes like this (shut it, it's excuse time!) I am a busy mom. Those orange juice cans are bad little bitches, pardon my French.

But you know what? I'm supposed to share that stupid (nice)fridge with a busy, disabled, overly chivalrous silverback male who, has been gaslit by my own children, half-to-death!

Does this keep me on the straight and narrow? You mean after crawling over three people to the "right" side of the bed? When I must rescue someone who's blood sugar is crashing down like I'm racing it to the vomit bucket? I have to keep him from puking, bottom line. He's worth it, like he's worth me taking the time to fuss with an entire can of OJ.

But would I really rather sell my soul out of laziness and rushing around rather than respecting his boundaries about open juice cans?