Dear Frigidaire-
First let me start this by saying that I truly love the looks and aesthetics of your Gallery series. When my husband first purchased your Gallery series refrigerator without my knowledge, I was very concerned that the stainless steel would be yet another thing in my house that gets covered in fingerprints and grime from unknown sources and being stainless steel, I would be unable to hide the grubby fingerprints under bills, homework, notes, photos and any other random piece of paper I found due to the fact that stainless steel didn't support magnets. I was pleasantly surprised to find that this is not the case and while I still find the occasional handprints in varying sizes, not only is it pretty simple to clean up, but I can actually still use my magnets to conceal said handprints with coupons I will never use. Yay Frigidaire!
I wish I could end my letter there. A nice solid "atta boy!" and be done. However I cannot. It's 4:30 in the morning and I had to get this off my chest.
Why the hell must the evil troll in your 10 pound capacity ice maker make all 10 pounds of ice at 4 in the morning? Trust me, I can appreciate having 10 pounds of ice available to me at the drop of a hat, but I am a grown mother of 2, not some 21 year old party girl. It's called the Gallery edition. Not the Club Scene edition. If I require 10 pounds of ice at 4 in the morning, it's not for another round of margaritas. It's because I have murdered someone and need to put their body on ice. At that point, I think a good lawyer could make a valid argument that Frigidaire is now aiding and abetting a crime.
I know what you're thinking. It's not THAT loud. A normal person should be able to sleep through it!
Ah yes. There you would be right, however, have you ever tried to GET to sleep with that thing making all it's noise? Let me paint the picture for you.
For the past few weeks, I have gotten very little sleep. We have a new bed that I despise. It's too soft, it's too hot, it's too high. The only positive to it is that it forced me to clean our bedroom and we have managed to maintain that for the few weeks. That's it. Every night is an exercise in patience as my husband assures me, it will get better. Every morning I wake up bleary eyed and sore and he assures me- it will get better. Well it hasn't. In fact, it has gotten worse. I wake up probably 5-7 times a night on my own and if my daughter is feeling like it, she will wake me up a few times as well. With every flip to the opposite side, I have to work. Because, like most people, I am heavier on top than the bottom, I constantly feel like my legs are up in the air. And not a good up in the air. I lay on my side for about an hour, then flip when I get too hot or my arm goes numb. If I attempt to lay on my stomach, which has been my preferred sleep method for 30+ years, I am arching my back like a performer for Cirque du Soleil. I am not a performer for Cirque du Soleil, so this is NOT my preferred sleep method.. Sleeping on my back is the equivalent of playing dead for me, so it creeps me out. The only way I have managed a heavy sleep is if I use my husband as a body pillow, but then I sleep so hard that I snore right in his ear and of course that doesn't last long. If God forbid I should get out of the bed, getting back in is a disaster. for every time I wake up, I get progressively weaker and clawing my way back to bed takes longer and longer each time. I'm 5'3 and my bed is about 4 feet off the ground. You do the math. It's miserable. So that is how I found my self tryong to get some much needed sleep on my 15 year old couch, in my living room, 10 feet from the ice maker. Every time I would start to doze off, that damned troll with his pick ax would decide we needed more ice.
I suppose some people would take a sleep aid to knock themselves into a comatose state, but I can't do that. I have a teething toddler and a husband who doesn't want to be physically assaulted in his sleep. Do you know what that is like? Just when I was getting comfortable with the idea that she would sleep through the night and I could try something mild like a Tylenol PM, she decides she needs more teeth. So last night I was up at midnight, 1 am, 3 am and 5 am. Tonight I was up at 10pm, midnight, and 3 am. Every time I would get her back to sleep and make my way back up the mountain my husband calls our bed, I heard that damned ice maker.
Let's be honest Frigidaire, I shouldn't have to take a prescription drug to sleep through the noise your refrigerator makes. I shouldn't have to be grateful when my husband's snoring is so loud it covers up the ice maker. That will only get me so far and when I have reached the end of the rope, I will begrudgingly need those 10 pounds of ice until I figure out what to do with his body.
It's a vicious cycle. If I want ice during the day, I need to let it run at night. If I want to enjoy my days, I need to sleep at night. I think the latter is probably more important to the general public, so how about you figure out a way to make ice a little quieter? Please? For my husband's sake?
Yours truly,
Heather
(Not yet in the FBI's criminal apprehension database)
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