The Grocery Store: Through the Eyes of a Single Mom

Oh sweet Jesus, how I dread those trips. I plan it accordingly - like I would a special meeting invite with co-workers I know will lead to a disorganized meeting and it is up to me to "bring them back" to our original talking point. In this case, we have Sara-the-Terror (a well deserved, lovingly coined phrase befitting to her personality) and Josie-Eats-Mostly (she is 2 and sports a 4/5 T. Mind you, I forget to realize how special and uniqe these trips are for my girls - the child-like thrill of aisles full of over-priced toys (40% probably containing lead from China), the token "free cookie" our bakery hands out begrudgingly and the assortment of all walks of life passing us by as Sara argues her case for why pop-tarts are better for you than fruits and vegetables. I'll be painfully honest, sometimes she raises good points. But between Sara lecturing me on what she wants and why; Josie trying to scramble out of her locked-down position in the shopping cart before the screaming begins - I try to objectively look at this weekly trip from hell with humor and remind myself that in five years, they won't want to accompany me to the store. They'll just dictate a laundry list of wants and desires I will be asked to fulfill all the while denying myself frivilous wants and desires while stowing money away for their future educational pursuits...Ah, the future looks bright!