Anyway, I wrangled the girls this morning and we headed to the store with promises of snacks and rides on the penny pony. I had my list of three items, and coupons to match. We got inside the store... and that's when things went terribly awry.
It was like Supermarket Sweep in there. Hundreds of crazy ass Michiganders preparing for record snowfall. It reminded me of when we lived in North Carolina and the forecast called for rain-- every business in the state shut down and there was nary a loaf of bread or gallon of milk to be found on any store shelf.
This was not unlike that.
Call it gang mentality or the herd instinct or something but when we got inside and I saw everyone's carts packed to the brim with toilet paper and batteries I was all, "I need those things! I don't have those things! And also taco shells!" I tossed a bag of Goldfish at Iris and proceeded to race up and down every aisle, throwing things in the cart. Mostly on top of Iris.
So that's how I simultaneously lost the respect of my three-year-old and ended up substantially going over my grocery budget this week. And it's only Monday.
After we were safely home both my mom and Phil's called to make sure we had food in the house. Which should tell us all a little something about my usual preparedness. Or lack of. I was thankful for the calls, and I did feel proud that I thought of grocery shopping all by my big girl self.
I must note that the woman checking out in front of me had in her cart a dozen boxes of Honey Nut Cheerios and about twenty bottles of wine. And that was all. She's seriously hunkering down for this storm. Clearly a wiser investment than all the
If anyone needs taco shells though, give me a buzz.