Today I must shop. Not for fun, girly, unnecessary items, like lipstick, and chick flicks, and frilly things; for groceries, and toilet paper, and dishwasher detergent. I'm hoping (and dreaming and knowing it's highly unlikely) that I will be allowed to do this on my own (just like the song from Les Mis, except about groceries & not unrequited love). Taking Husband & all 4 FarmHands with me is an expensive endeavor. Not really sure why, because I'm the shopper in the group. I'm the one most inclined to buy totally unneeded junk. But I'm also the one that can get us in & out the doors of Wal-Mart for under $200. Can anyone explain this to me?
And the thought of whisking down the aisles without anyone clutching on me, crying, asking to go pee, or demanding a ten pound bag of Frosted Flakes is enough to make me want to put on a dress & heels before I leave the house.
Before we had children, life was quite, orderly, and lonely. Now none of that can be said. Ever. And as much as I complain about the chaos, I really do love it.
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