When Child was little, I occasionally paid one of the tweens in the neighborhood to watch her for an hour so I could go to the grocery store BY MYSELF. It felt like a luxury to not have to deal with groceries and carts and Child all at the same time.
Then Child got older, was in child care, then latchkey, then high school, then college, then jobs and grad school. Just stopping by the store to pick up one or two items was just routine and no longer a luxury. And she never wanted to go with me any longer.
Now that we’re in a new normal, I only go grocery shopping every couple of weeks, keeping a list of what I need and making due until it’s time to shop. YA is also interested in grocery shopping, although I’m not sure if it’s just to get out of the house or if she doesn’t trust me to get the right shredded lettuce, but whatever the reason, she now wants to go with me.
Yesterday was the day slotted for shopping. We wrote out a list the night before and YA ate before we left (a requirement as I’m not going out with a hungry co-shopper). We had two stops planned, first Trader Joe’s and then Cub and as we were thinking about leaving, I realized I wanted to change my clothes. I had on my perennial jersey knit shorts and a t-shirt that had already seen the exercise bike and a long dog walk. I put on khaki shorts, a nice top, even brushed my hair. Then at the last minute I also put on one of my favorite rings and a pair of dangly earrings. I felt really dolled up.
Of course, no one mentioned how nice I looked, especially not YA, but I felt great and was excited to be going out. Truly, my big event for the past two weeks – grocery shopping. Well, at least I didn’t have to pay a babysitter!
What staples are on your grocery list?