There is only one thing I hate more in life than going to the grocery store. And that is going to the grocery store with my children.
Husband usually does the grocery shopping. I go once or twice a month to run in and get a random forgotton item from the list. But he does the bulk of it. On the rare occasion that I have to do the weekly run, I dread it like the plague. I hate, HATE, HATE the grocery store. But taking the kids and doing a full cart load of stuff is sheer torture.
We’ve been gone for 6 weeks. Husband won’t be back for another 7 days. I like McDonald’s and all, but not enough to eat that three times a day for all of this week. So I knew I had to do some grocery shopping today.
My sweet dad and wonderful brother came over and watched my kids play with my nephew while I went alone to the store. And knowing I didn’t have kids there to “help” me, made it much less painful.
Now we have food in the house. Thank goodness.