Refueling Station

This blog is meant to be a place where moms (new and old) can share stories, insights, frustrations, and laugh about the things only moms can understand. It is a place where you can can pull off to the side of the road for a moment and refuel yourself knowing that you are not the only one ready for a break down.


Thursday, October 18, 2007

Commuters Go Grocery Shopping

Picture this...I hate to grocery shop so I'm grateful when we go as a family because it means the hubby goes too. Typically we try to do this on the way home from work because the grocery store seems to be in Siberia. Yesterday we stop because there are things we need, juice, milk, bread, cereal...you get the idea! The hubby grabs a cart starts at the bakery for the free cookies and is OFF. I, having just started Weight Watchers, need a few things we don't normally purchase, as I look for these items it seems my husband is seeing how quickly he can get through the store & out the door. I get the few things I want and can find, finally catch up with him after tracking down kids several times (hubby figured the 11 year old could handle the 3 year old without supervision I guess) and catch hubby and the cart. Apparently Little Debbie has become a food group at our house as well as Warm Delights (microwavable desserts) because these are the only items I recognize in the cart. I do a quick check for milk and juice and figure he did okay, so off to the checkout lines. Yeah! it's only 4:15 we made good time! Get home unload the car, load the frig and pantry then I realize the man has gotten nothing for dinners!!! No meat of any sort, oh wait there were meatballs, but that was it for the meat department and today on the way home he asks me "What's for dinner?" I said "Figure it out, I'm going to bunco, but if I have to guess it would be spaghetti and meatballs since that is the only form of meat in the house right now!" Next response was great..."What did you get at the store?" My reply "A workout that earned me 2 activity points."

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