On my list, grocery shopping is pretty high up there on the Dreaded Tasks list. Mind you, I’m not talking about the quick trip to the store to get milk and bread, I’m talking about the stocking up for the week trips, the ones where you have to figure out what you need to get through the week, without a) wasting money and b) getting too much stuff to get home.
Saturday was a particularly lousy trip. I wasn’t really feeling good anyway, but we were unable to contact anyone for a ride (one of my easiest ways out) so I was stuck doing it on foot. I bring the kid, because the stroller generally makes it easier, not more difficult. I grabbed the umbrella stroller, though, because our big one is practically falling apart, and if I loaded it down with groceries, the wheels would pop right off half way home, which really wouldn’t help. So I threw the little one into his umbrella stroller, and headed out. Got what we needed, checked out (too much money, of course), and headed for the door… only to realize that it was pouring rain outside. And I had too much stuff for the kid and the groceries to fit, which meant he was walking home. In the rain.
This is not one of those times you look forward to having.
So I pack it all up, get stuff tied on, and am pretty much all ready to head out the door, when I hear a woman ask “Do you want a ride?”
Suffice it to say, I took it.
Looking back, I’m not really sure I should have. She didn’t have a car seat, for one thing, so the little monster sat on my lap, which I’m not really ok with. Maybe I should have sat it out, waited for the storm to subside. Maybe I should have just walked, and suffered the consequences. Maybe.