Lil' Miss Sunshine is Mommy's Shopping Buddy. Miss Priss used to be Mommy's Shopping Buddy, but then she got OLD and had to go to SCHOOL, so she got replaced.
(I know, harsh, right? Mean Mommy!)
Once a week, while Priss is getting herself edumacated, Sunny and I hit our regular grocery store route. Other Priss-free mornings may include a trip to Target or the thrift store.
I can't say that Sunny is the biggest help in our shopping endeavors. But she does bring along her own skill set....
- Need someone to add a little thrill during your shopping experience? Sunny's your girl! She'll happily pick up breakables at the thrift store, giving you some heart palpitations.
- Need someone to pick out the best "fake car" grocery cart? Sunny can do it!
- Need a little person to carry groceries directly to the checkout lady instead of putting them on the conveyor belt? You know who to call!
- Need a guide to find the toy section at the thrift store and test out every toy there? Guess who's a master in that area!
OK, so maybe my Sunshine is not the most helpful Shopping Buddy. But she does make sure we are well stocked with goldfish crackers, so she does pull her weight!
Hubby took this past week off of work. And since he was home, I did not have to bring my Buddy with me on Grocery Day.
Yippee! I thought, thinking of the blissful alone-time I would have, which was sure to include the illusive ability to actually complete a thought.
With list in hand, and empty carseats in back, I headed off to the Commissary.
This time, I chose my own cart. A grown-up one, with no little plastic car attached to the front. I thunked my purse down into the empty child's seat in front of me, and away I went!
Right away, it all felt a little off. Something was wrong. It started when I had to choose my own apples from the apple pile and put them in the bag ALL BY MYSELF!!!
The cart moved way too easily. I didn't know anymore how to push something that could turn on a dime. I am now so accustomed to throwing my bodyweight into rounding each corner, apologizing prophusely to the scores of people I inevitably hit, and having one wheel that never quite hits the floor.
And the cart had so much SPACE. By the time I was done, it looked like I had barely made it through one aisle.
The worst part - no one was there to hold my hand in the parking lot. I tried to get the bagger guy to hold it, but he said something about "not being tipped enough for this..." and walked off.*
She wanted to go grocery shopping!
I promptly texted back...
I miss her too!!!!
I did remember the Goldfish, by the way. Had to make sure my Shopping Buddy still had her regular Grocery Day nourishment!
* Please remember, JenEverAfter and EverAfterLand Enterprises reserves the right to blatantly make shit up at any given time. Just sayin'!
