I had planned that when Sami finally came home after 29 days on the hospital that the house would be sparkling clean and filled with an ample selection of foods that finds he appealing. It didn’t work out that way.
When we got into the house yesterday , I was able to cobble a lunch and dinner out of eggs, spinach pie and canned soup and cottage cheese. But that pretty much exhausted the larder so I had to go to the supermarket at 7am today.
Did I mention that I’ve been back to work full time from 6am to 3pm for two weeks already? I am not used to this. I’m used to deciding for myself what I will do and when I will do it. Suddenly, I’m beholden to others. AND I’m the main food supplier person for the first time in 15 years. It’s an adjustment, let me tell you.
So I was kind of feeling bad when 7 am rolled around this morning and I threw on yesterday’s clothes, raked my bed head hair with my fingers and stuck my bare feet into loafers and took off for Stop N Shop. That was all I could manage in the time that I had.
And what do you suppose I saw there? 3 mature females in slippers, pajama bottoms and hoodies pushing carts up and down the aisles. A tevokution in the suburban mom dress code. There may have been more than three but I was focused on my corned beef-shredded wheat-pineapple tidbit cup shopping list and could not tear myself away for a more accurate head count.
Things have changed in the time since my wifely/motherly responsibilities meant I was a regular denizen of big ‘murican supermarkets. I wasn’t paying attention.
Anyway, corned beef and cabbage tonight. Meatloaf tomorrow. Tons of fresh fruit and a bottle of prune juice. I forgot the celery.