I have a wee feeling of sadness about me today, but I know the cause so it's kept wee: I did not get up and make my eldest boys lunch nor send him off with the usual blessing and kiss on top of his head. I feel like such a gobshite. But, then, I suppose that's normal when you love your kids and can't get yer bum out of bed to say "have a lovely day, I love you!"
Ah, well. His dad said he'd made himself lunch. His dad said he heard him exit the house.
The rest of my morning has gone rather well, though. I managed to get a grooming appointment for Holly. That will be Thursday morning. T'will be lovely to have a sweet smelling pup at Christmas, yeah? And, I rang up the vet to make the overseas screening appointments for both Holly and Galadriel (January). They'll get their rabies (and distemper, for the cat) and Holly will finally be "chipped".
The laundry is finally going again. I accidentally - and you all know how awful this can be! - washed a wad of unused tissues in the wash last night. Oy vey!
My grocery list is ready. I'm not, but nonetheless, I must trudge forth so we don't starve to death. I have told you all before how much I loathe grocery shopping. I load a trolley up, go through the LONG commissary line to pay up, pay some dingdong to sack my groceries unevenly, just to get home and have to haul it all in -whilst holding off the dog and the apparently stark raving mad with hunger kids - to put it all away neatly in the cupboards. Not my favourite thing to do in life, grocery shopping. YUCK!
Did I mention I have to tip the bagger, too? Let's just say they are not pleasant if you don't tip them what they think they are worth. I always tip just $5. Even when I can't afford to really do that. They seem to be quite happy with that, as I am certain there are many blue-hairs (retirees) that come in and still tip like they're living in the 1940's. I've witnessed it, or I would not mention it like it's the gospel truth. Still, some of these kids don't act nice. For the most part, they are super nice and polite, but bag the groceries like I can carry "that many canned items in one bag". I can't. I'm wee and have imperfect arm muscles. And, I do not enjoy chasing canned items down the hill as the bag will most certainly tear and send them rolling. It's just a small thing, but annoying nonetheless.
I also got a call today from a daycare provider who would like to employ me twice a week until the middle of February. A few hours each time. I'm game. I just have to ring her back and say so, but I will wait until I get back from grocery shopping. She has three little girls who are just the cutest girls. They're all three or four - chatty Cathy's.
I'm planning. My husband is the pack cub master for a Cub Scout pack in our area. There are about three corners in this house jammed with Cub Scout stuff. This morning I was able to voice my desire to round up, sort through, and get all of it back to the church (who charters the pack). He said we need to go through that closet there, too. Fine. Let's make it our pet project this weekend. BEFORE Christmas. I think he's game.
I know, I must be ill. Absolutely. However, lately I find myself returning to my old way of organizing. I'm tired of stuff everywhere. Especially stuff that does not belong to us (scout stuff). Can you tell this is one reason why Hawaii is so appealing to me? That is one great benefit of the military: moving now and again. It forces us to purge. Now that we are finally getting an overseas billet (job) - even though we're still going to be in America, it's considered overseas - I find I want to purge more than we usually have in the past. It's starting to take over my thoughts. This is why I am so glad my parents have sent money to us rather than boxes of presents. We can just save the money for the new sofa I've been hoping to buy. Of course, we plan on getting the kids some stuff with the money - because the grandparents intended that - but it's nice that there is less stuff coming in. And, the old sofas are going to be history. Those who know me, know how much I've been literally aching to get rid of them.
So, regardless of the annoying task of grocery shopping today, and feeling ill that I did not wish my eldest a grand day, I have managed to feel pretty good about today. I hope you do, too.
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GOBSHITE...great new word for my vocab.
I was up till 11pm last night making lunches. We bag lunch a lot in this house.
Dittos on the shopping. I would rather clean up cat puke. If I was filthy rich I would not for one minute feel guilty paying someone else to do that job.
I am going to make soup tonight (tomato...I love tomato soup) and I bought white bread..(I never ever buy white bread!!!) and some white cheese and I will cut them into snowflake shapes first then grill them. I have to make some snowman pancakes also. Fun stupid food stuff.
Forgot to add...we moved 4 years ago and purge we did. I have not and will not buy new stuff to decorate this house. Learned my lesson. I like it better uncluttered.
Christine - it's rather blunt of me to post this, but gobshite means shit-mouth. Remember gobstoppers? gob = mouth. Still, I like saying that rather than other things, and, it's really funny. :-) I guess this may be one reason I was awarded the Marie Antionette award a few days ago . . . I'm pretty true to myself here. Still, a much cleaner version. Honest Abe Lincoln's Wife.
Clutter free - I want to be.
We brown bag lunch every day. I think lunch is $2.50. I can make something he'll eat - and he eats SLOWER THAN A DONKEY PONDERING THE ANTS IN THE GRASS. If he were to line up and buy lunch, he could chew and swallow his first and only bite on the way to his next class. He eats that slow.
Okay, I'm going NOW to grocery shop.
I have to hit the grocery store today as well. I have stopped going every two weeks..I go now about every other day and just get the few things I need. It helps me to cook fresher meals and enables me to go through the bag it yourself line. Cheer up my friend!
Dawn - I'm cheery, trust me. It comes across as if I'm really rather not, but I am. You know me, I hate grocery shopping, but it's done now. $300.00 PLUS later, but we needed it. I bought a lot of staples!!
Time for me to pull roasted peacans out of the oven!
Love ya, Dawn!
I knew there was a reason I never liked gobstoppers. LOL! Did I ever tell you about the time we saw Jim Caviezel at the Shrine at the Immaculate Conception in DC? Well, he was there promoting the Passion movie, and was giving a talk about his personal conversion and so forth. He started talking about a movie he was making, and in the middle of this crowded congregation, and IN church, he said something about someone being a shite. My husband turned to me and said, "Did he just say what I think he said??" Then we both starting laughing so hard the people in front of us were getting annoyed. I have been very fond of the word shite every since. *snicker*
Argh! I loathe grocery shopping too. I'd much rather clean a dirty toilet than plan a menu, make a list, drive to the commissary, wade through the aisles, wait in line, tip the bag boy, drive home, unload the groceries and put them away. At least the toilet is a 5 minute job, but a commissary run is a well timed, choreographed two hour event every week.
Jen - gotta love a man that says shite! I love that actor!!
Mau - I like how you say choreographed. That is definitely that. :-) In all fairness, the lady who bagged my goods did a spactacular job, was polite, and absolutely lovely. I did not have to wait in line to check out (really! I know, weird huh?) and it was so smooth sailing I feel a shite for even complaining about it. But, then, I did double the tip.
Oh, I just say the real word. Adding an "e" makes it harder to say when you are mad. I know, I know, it's the swear word, I do say. I did catch my 6 year old say it though a couple weeks ago and have not, I mean, have tried to not say it at all.
I've tried to keep the clutter to a manageable level, but with 4 kids, clutter just happens. People buy gifts, what do you do with gifts? That's where clutter is hard for me. I don't want anything to hand on my wall or put on a shelf. It's all clutter. Aren't I mean?
I hope you are feeling better and know for all the days you do kiss your wee lass bye bye, he will remember those days not the days you don't.
Ditto ditto from me on the shopping, but I'd not rather clean up cat puke. I'd shop and do laundry before cleaning up after a cat or dog. Sorry.
Jamie - The only trouble with dog crap clean up is after it's rained a few days and once it's stopped you can finally go pick up the soggy crap. It's really gross. It never rains hard enough to completely wash it away either. And, I have to clean it up or it smells or the yard maintenance crew mows over it and ugh, you know?
HUGS,
Sarah
Sarah, I don't like grocery shopping either. I don't shop anywhere where there is an expectation to tip the bagger. $5 sounds like a LOT for just bagging some groceries. For that he ought to put them in your car as well as your cupboards. :-)
So true, I'm so lazy many mornings.
I love this post, and how we need to purge our lives always, to remember who holds our lives in his hands.
I only like grocery shopping if I had alot of coupons, a list, and could see that I save big $'s. I don't remember coupons much anymore and that thrill is gone because like you I am pooped by the time I get back home and have to come upstairs and unload and oftentimes its when I'm supposed to be cooking! Oh, well, I just have to deal with it..as the rest of us do, right?
Anyway, we are finally about to sit down to some spaghetti, so I'd better run..good post..you're a natural hardy har! :)
Suz
Rosemary - I should have mentioned that these baggers work for tips. They don't get a paycheck. $5 is still a lot to tip, I agree. Today my grocery tab was huge in comparison to most times I go - so I doubled it. It's Christmas.
Mimi - Loved your bit on Steinbeck today. My fav of his is East of Eden. I think I've posted that in your comments before.
Suzanne - I used coupons today. I almost always forget to bring them, too! I was so proud and feeling so smart! Anyway, hope you enjoyed your spaghetti. We had steak strips in beef gravy over rice. Yum.
I don't like the grocery either. But now I am spoiled. My husband does almost all the grocery shopping. This started when I worked full time and since he's self employed & more flexible, he did it to help me out. Now he thinks he's the expert and actually discourages me from going! How can ya argue with that?
ha, ha Nerm
Lucky you, Nerm! Actually, I would "let" my husband do the shopping, as he willingly would, but the times I have had to let him (I'm ill, essentially) he buys weird stuff. I can only eat so much polska kielbalsa and such things, you know? :-)
send the man with A SPECIFIC list including your favorite brands. make sure he has the cell phone to call you from the aisles 45 times to ask questions.
after about 6 months he'll do a fantastic job and you'll have one less aggravation!
Trust me, they just need a bit of training and it's well worth it! He doesn't even call me from the store anymore!! ;-)
I guess if they don't get any other pay that's not too bad. Still, maybe they could put them in the car....
Rosemary - I would not likely do this job myself, but it's good for teens, I guess. They bag the stuff, take it to your car, put it in your car and get tipped. It's not easy especially when the weather is terrible or you get a person who buys $300 of groceries and tips you a buck. I can see how that would bother them. So, my policy has been to treat them as I would like to be treated. On the odd day, I might get one who is in a sour mood. Three quarters of the time I get the ones who bag the bags with all my canned goods very tightly and they may be able to get the bag into my car just fine, but I struggle with it when I get home.
Hugs,
Sarah
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