27 October 2014
Grocery shopping stresses me out. Big time. I feel like I have to have all my meals planned and know all the ingredients I need, and that is overwhelming to me. So I put it off and put it off until my children are eating shoelaces and ketchup for dinner.
At that point I run to the store just for the basics, and end up coming home with chocolate peanut butter, hot pink sugar cookies, and a random cut of meat that I know nothing about, but it was on sale, so why not. I manage to spend a billion dollars at the store and somehow WE STILL HAVE NOTHING TO EAT. How does that happen?? It's like I'm living some sick joke over and over again while slowly starving to death.
So I experiment with the on sale mystery meat for dinner and my kids end up complaining and making gagging noises and asking if they can please have shoelaces instead. It's a vicious cycle.
If I ever become a katrillionaire (it's a real word) I will have an in-house cook who does all the meal planning and grocery shopping. And dishes. Obvi.
Until then, I will be over here writing on this blog to avoid going to the grocery store. Good thing we have a lot of shoelaces.