It was Old Mother Hubbard's cupboard around here so I bundled us up and went to Cub. In hindsight it was a ridiculous thing to do being neither of my kids had naps today. Avrie immediately sees something that looks like candy and wants it. I say NO and she throws a screaming fit complete with crocodile tears. This happened about every 3 feet for 45 minutes. The only thing that kept me sane was the nice football player who bagged for me (they were fundraising and I used all my cash to pay for the groceries so I had nothing to tip him). And the fact that my husband was home to carry in my groceries.
I used to love grocery shopping. USED to. Now I kind of loathe it. Okay, really loathe it. Someday I'm going to have a lovely neighbor I can trust and we'll kid swap for grocery day.
Good thing they're cute most of the time.
Real good thing.