- Jan 28, 2010
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My hubby always goes to the store for me when he can
Such a wonderful man. Cuz I hate to shop.
Why? Is it because I have 4 kids in tow? Not really. Does that help my hatred of shopping? Yes.
Going shopping feels like an interruption of my life. So much to do, so little time.
Also, I spend too much, and have 2 grocery carts full everytime. Load in the cart. Take out of cart to ring it up. Load it into the cart again. Do it so that the heavy stuff on the bottom. Light stuff on top. Keep babies entertained who are now crabby, overtired and want to go home. Try to wipe off the buger that is now hanging out of the babies nose. No tissue, place on the bottom of my shirt and hope that the people behind me, who are smiling and googling at the babies the whole time, telling me how wonderful my family and kids are do not notice the buger-slip. Pay for the groceries, head out to the car. Oldest son (12) is pushing the other cart behind me. The baby wipes fall out of the bottom of the cart and land in the middle of the road. Moment of panic sets in as we try to recoupe ourselves from the world as they all look in our direction. Haul everything out of the carts and into the now BLAZING hot minivan. Drive 30 minutes home, and unload everything from the van. Unload the bags now. Finally I am done.
Left at 11:30 am and did not get home til 4:00, had to pick up this, drop off that, stop and feed the kiddos. Do you realize that you load or unload groceries 6 times until they are safely put away in your fridge or pantry?
So this is the end of my rant. I hate shopping. And my point to all of this? I hate shopping.
Don't care if it is groceries, clothes, toys-
But I don't mind shopping for bulldogs....

Why? Is it because I have 4 kids in tow? Not really. Does that help my hatred of shopping? Yes.
Going shopping feels like an interruption of my life. So much to do, so little time.
Also, I spend too much, and have 2 grocery carts full everytime. Load in the cart. Take out of cart to ring it up. Load it into the cart again. Do it so that the heavy stuff on the bottom. Light stuff on top. Keep babies entertained who are now crabby, overtired and want to go home. Try to wipe off the buger that is now hanging out of the babies nose. No tissue, place on the bottom of my shirt and hope that the people behind me, who are smiling and googling at the babies the whole time, telling me how wonderful my family and kids are do not notice the buger-slip. Pay for the groceries, head out to the car. Oldest son (12) is pushing the other cart behind me. The baby wipes fall out of the bottom of the cart and land in the middle of the road. Moment of panic sets in as we try to recoupe ourselves from the world as they all look in our direction. Haul everything out of the carts and into the now BLAZING hot minivan. Drive 30 minutes home, and unload everything from the van. Unload the bags now. Finally I am done.
Left at 11:30 am and did not get home til 4:00, had to pick up this, drop off that, stop and feed the kiddos. Do you realize that you load or unload groceries 6 times until they are safely put away in your fridge or pantry?
So this is the end of my rant. I hate shopping. And my point to all of this? I hate shopping.

Don't care if it is groceries, clothes, toys-
But I don't mind shopping for bulldogs....