Icy start

When we moved, we did so with a bag of ice in the cooler to keep our refrigerated goods cold for the drive. Well, the bag of ice eventually melted almost completely, but upon arrival I still put it straight into the freezer waste not, want not I can still hear my grandma's voice echoing in the back of my mind. Over the last two months, I've asked Chris countless times to smash the bag of ice on the floor to break up the huge chunks that formed during the refreeze. Every time without complaint he does it, I get a few chips, use them and then put the remainder of the bag back in the freezer. Well, tonight he did the same thing, and you can see the result. I was going to go back to the computer room and ask him to try again when I thought this is nuts! I have perfectly good ice cubes in the fridge, and here I am having him smash a bag on the floor trying to break off ice chips. Ugh! And then I dumped the bag of ice in the sink. Even frozen water has its hold over me.  I feel as though paying for it means I need to get my money's worth. It's clear to me now though all I was doing was wasting time and energy.