Yeah, you remember how I was mouthing about my Husband's inability to bring home exactly what I've put on a shopping list? I should have kept my mouth shut.
We called MIL yesterday to see if she could sit with the older three kids so Husband and I could make a grocery run. She agreed & off we went.
I bought all the groceries & assundry items we needed & we headed home. The trip was uneventful.
As I was making dinner last night (chili & grilled cheese per B.B.'s request) I discovered I had purchased a giant can of whole tomatoes instead of the tomato sauce I meant to buy. Crap. But being the ultra-flexible and completely brilliant woman that I am, I tossed them into the blender, hit "liquify" and voila! Tomato sauce. The Chili was saved.
Now #1 Son won't touch chili or grilled cheese with a 10 foot pole, so I agreed to make him mac & cheese (please don't lecture me about enabling my picky eater. The child will not eat for days at a time if he's not closely watched. I'd rather fix an extra dish at dinner than have him go all Gandhi on me). That's when I discovered I didn't buy any mac & cheese. Oy. I thought I had two more boxes in the pantry, but no. Not a one. I did pick up Shells & Cheese, so I was temporarily saved.
As the drama was unfolding in the kitchen, Husband pipes in from the living room, "If this is what you were going to do, I could have done the shopping on my own." To which I graciously responded, "Yeah, and we'd have 1 can of tomato sauce, spaghetti sauce I cannot stand, and 15 boxes of granola bars."
I really should have kept my mouth shut.