Uh wn shpn.
That’s about as verbal as I feel right now. I just went on the shopping trip from . . . well . . . a difficult-to-relax kind of place.
It was so bad that I had to call my husband and ask him if I could just vent for a few minutes.
I love that man and how he totally understands and lets me be me.
Basically, picture the most difficult-to-move monster kid-car cart. Picture a store that I never noticed had so many little potholes in the floor. Picture 4 unbelievably heavy 24-packs of bottled water in that already difficult-to-move cart. (Had to buy 4 to get the 5.00 coupon back.) Picture multiple teetering cardboard displays as I run into them.
Picture me filling my cart way past the top in an effort to restock our totally bare pantry. Picture me obsessively counting to 50 to be sure I am purchasing the right number of qualifying items for the big sale.
Picture me smiling nervously as I snatch my huge packages of ground beef out of the hands of the very helpful sacker who is about to stick his finger through the cellophane as he puts them on the conveyor belt. Picture the same very helpful sacker shoving them in a bag and literally, yes, literally, slinging the bag with the two huge packages of ground beef in it . . . onto the top of the beyond-full/piled-high/no-level-spot cart of groceries. Picture him not even looking at what he’s doing. Picture the ground beef falling to the floor. Hear the splat. Picture him telling me they’re fine, and me smiling graciously while I explain that in fact, they are busted open.
Picture him kindly grabbing them to go replace them. Picture me trying to think of a nice way to keep this from happening. Picture me talking to the helpful manager and explaining that the ones he brought back are nowhere near the same size as the ones I paid for.
Picture me taking my three year old out of the cart and carrying his choices back to make my own choices. Picture my not-terribly-surprised face when I discover that he has placed my busted ones back into the case. Picture me trying to add 8.94 and 9.75 in my head while my 3 year old jabbers and asks me questions. Picture me trying to find two more packages that add up to whatever 8.94 and 9.75 add up to.
Picture me realizing when I get back to the front of the store that my 5.00 coupon did not print. Picture me talking to myself in an effort to decide whether it is worth it to fight for the 5.00 coupon when it was this coupon that was the entire reason I pushed the incredibly heavy water all around the store. Picture my relief when the cashier knows exactly what the deal is supposed to be and tells the manager that I should have received the coupon. And finally, picture me trying to push/pull that idiotic cart out of the store while the aforementioned sacker waves and says “Sorry about that!” while not helping me push the cart.
But hey, I’m glad I went today instead of waiting to go through all of this on my normal shopping day after Bible Study when my three year old would have been pushing naptime. I probably would have had to add a sentence like, “Picture my head exploding.”
So I guess I needed to vent again.
But here’s my menu plan (made possible by the fact that we actually now HAVE SOME FOOD).
Monday – Hamburger patties and mac-n-cheese (I’ll cook all of our ground beef tonight)
Tuesday – Grilled Chicken Breasts and hash brown casserole (I’ll trim and divide all of the chicken I bought.)
Wed – Spaghetti using the ground beef that I’ll cook up tonight
Thursday – Chicken fajitas using chicken breasts that I’ll grill on Tuesday
Friday – Out to Eat!!!
Saturday – Leftovers
Sunday – Superbowl party fun foods
I’m linking this up to Menu Plan Monday at Orgjunkie.com