Having a husband is great preparation for having a baby. It's amazing how similar the "big kid" and "little kid" can be at times.
I usually enjoy going grocery shopping by myself. As nerdy as it sounds, grocery shopping by myself is almost therapeutic. I can aimlessly walk up and down the aisles and take my time choosing items. This weekend I went grocery shopping at Trader Joe with both Ryan and Piper in tow. Can you see the writing on the wall?
We weren't in the store five minutes when Piper was trying to stand-up in the cart and Ryan was MIA. When I finally caught sight of Ryan, his arms were full of items, none of which were on our list or that we needed. Three types of cheese, a six-pack of beer I've never heard of, sunflower seeds, pretzel bread and a package of scones somehow found their way into my cart. Don't get me wrong, all of these items are tasty. However, I try to stick to a weekly shopping budget, which was quickly getting out of hand. This was the first of numerous disappearances that resulted in more items appearing in the cart.
Simultaneously, Piper is screaming "dadada" and once again trying to climb her way out of the cart as my leg gets rammed with one of those tiny little kid carts that Trader Joe has. Those are the WORST invention ever. I have never experienced a trip to Trader Joe where a child hasn't hit someone with the tiny cart or knocked down a display. Don't even get me started on the chaos surrounding the sample counter in the back of the store.
By the time we were ready to check, I made my own addition to the cart - a nice bottle of Two Buck Chuck. After spending $35 over what I had originally planned, we made it home where my big kid and my little kid had lunch and went down for naps.
What did I do, I hightailed it to Target where I could sip a non-fat gingerbread latte from the in-store Starbucks and finally wander the aisles, all by myself.
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