Sunday morning I laid in bed till about 8:30. It was a beautiful autumn morning and I didn’t want to waste it lazing about. So I got up! got dressed! and went to the grocery store! Not the fun, ritzy grocery store but WinCo. I love WinCo. At WinCo, the customers have to bag their own groceries. WinCo has cheaper prices on name brand everything and tons of generic versions of cereal, crackers, canned goods, etc. WinCo has a really, really good meat department, too. WinCo has everything.
I always ask my children for input on the grocery list although I seldom get many concrete answers.
“Will you buy juice boxes?”
They ask for things they know they aren’t getting, but they keep trying. For this shopping trip Brigid asked for granola bars with chocolate. Yes! I will buy those for you, Brigid!
I arrived at the store Sunday morning. It wasn’t crowded. I had my list, a pen and a debit card…. I was ready to shop! And shop I did. Red grapes, check! Arugula, check! Ham for sandwiches, check! Bulk Goldfish, check! Frozen peas, check! Oh my list went on and on from produce to deli to dairy to frozen…check check check got it got it got it!
Screeeeeee!!!! The wheels came off, the figurative, greased wheels of my shopping trip came off the cart. I hit the cereal aisle.
What is it with granola bars? How do you know? Which chocolate, chocolate chips or dipped in chocolate?
Cookie dough? White chocolate? Chocolate peanut butter?
Chocolate chocolate? Low Fat?
90 Calories? 100 Calories? Clif Bar (yes for me white chocolate macadamia nut)? Z Bar? Special K bar?
Or the king of all Granola Bars:
I stood with all the other mothers staring at a wall of granola bars, picking up boxes and looking them over and putting them back down, crouching down to see if there is something better near the ground, standing up groaning when there wasn’t.