Last week I had every intention to get all my errands done on the day my older three were at their once-a-week school. (Errand-running is the only time I wish my children went away to school– not boarding school, but down-the-street 8:30-to-3 school– so that I could run errands alone. In silence.) But I was waiting on the house-painter to finish, and then I was running out of time. So I threw SweetP in the car with my grocery bags and my list. Stop one: the local farm, for eggs and produce. The sign said “Open 10-4” but the local farm was closed. No eggs for me.
Undaunted (though we should have been), we drove over to Costco. There are a few things I like to get at Costco– local organic butter packaged under their label (I know this because the man at the local organic dairy told me so), chocolate-covered pomegranate seeds, locally produced marinara sauce… and then a ton of other stuff that I load into my cart because how could I possibly live without a 128-ounce jar of artichoke hearts?
As we pulled into the Costco parking lot, I was calculating how much time we would have there and whether or not we’d have time to run over to BB&B where I had a gift certificate to spend… and I realized I had neither my Costco card nor my checkbook. No Costco for me. So I drove on over to BB&B… and no gift-card either. I must have taken it out of my wallet right before vacation.
I would just have gone home, but the whole point of running these errands was that they were on the way to pick the children up. And I had an hour until I could do that. So SweetP and I went to a park instead.
And two days later, I piled four gabby children into the car and struggled through the crowded aisles at Costco with all of them. Only one of us was injured by a shopping cart. No one ate any samples. Only two ladies said to me, “Wow, are all these children yours?” (as if I would ever take someone else’s children to Costco with me). Only one man said, “Gee! You have your hands full!” (and he wasn’t referring to the 128-oz can of artichoke hearts either.)
But the upshot was that when we got home, I had four helpers to carry the food down to the pantry shelves while I contemplated having just spent the month’s grocery budget in one hour.