I wanted to write something insightful today... but one thing just keeps pushing its way to the front of my mind, leaving all thought-provoking analogies in the dust. this may even wind up being my most vulerable of posts.
friends and family, I think I have an unhealthy love for the grocery store shopping cart. and I don't mean the big shopping cart that you might intially picture, no, the small cart with two levels. It's just the right size for my weekly shopping load... it turns corners without ever hitting another shopper, cart or corner display. I'm lucky that a Kroger employee has yet to see me smile when I enter the store and see a fresh bi-level cart awaiting. maybe that little cart has become like a friend to me? and you didn't think I had attachment problems before? Looking back, I remember the "Super Duper" having these carts when I was a kid... and my sister and I preferred the store for that very reason. these days, I thought the mini-carts were long gone... until our Kroger decided to renovate! anyway, I'm trying to blame my joy for the grocery store on the cart, when I actually enjoy the whole outing more than anyone I know... the cute cart is only an added bonus.
I learned early on in life that I was a list-maker, and I appreciated the sense of accomplishment when checking things off. this must be why grocery shopping feels so productive. if I didn't have a list, I probably would not plan my evening around the trip (yes, missing TV shows and social outings). I'm not gonna lie, I have actually made up reasons to "swing by" the store, or found a recipe with something in it that required a store run. A ripe banana, Tony's cheerios, or our favorite salsa have all added to the equation. I also take pride in how quick and efficient my store trips can be. with my list written in order of the store... I pull in the driveway just 29 minutes after I have left, supporting my statement of "I'll be back in a half hour" to Tony as I pulled away. One added bonus is my sweet husband who jumps up to help with the grocery carrying at the sound of the garage door.
In all seriousness, I think I am blessed by my joy found in grocery shopping. maybe it's some form of therapy; having the time to myself, unwinding from the day, finding a good sale, checking off my list, and stocking the kitchen in a orderly fashion. when looking down the road, I am determined to never let this task be tied to complaint since I will hopefully be nurturing a husband and family for many many years to come :) back to the cart, if your store doesn't have this option... you should consider finding a new one as it just might change your whole experience.
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I prefer the fancy, car designed shopping carts myself. It sounds like you and Jess have grocery shopping down to a science, with the list in order of the grocery store and all. (Did you take grocery shopping classes along the way?). However, I'm not sure if Jess can share the emotional therapy you experience there. Maybe for Christmas we'll get you a gift card to Kroger! Great post! Keep writing!
Great post! :) Maybe you can teach me to love grocery shopping. I let our fridge get so low that my husband has to literally beg me to go to the store. I don't know when I picked up my hatred for the grocery store. I blame it on my mother though- for making me go with her to buy food for all the kiddies. :)
~Erin (Penrod) Smith
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