Grocery shopping, that is.
With a toddler.
Need I say more? I didn’t think so. But that wouldn’t make for much of a blog post.
Screaming, squealing, shouting and grabbing.
Oh the fun to be had.
If you’re INSANE.
We can have popcorn for dinner. I don’t care. I will not embark on such a treacherous journey during the week EVER again. Who needs soap on a Tuesday anyway!?
My weekend treat will be shopping ALONE. My company is superb. I don’t shout at pineapples or whine at potatoes. I don’t start chewing through the plastic wrap of a cucumber either.
And then spit it on the floor.