I've been all wrapped up in Publix this week, playing my own little version of the Grocery Game. They had coupons, plus sales, on things we eat, so I went a little crazy. I was planning one last trip during this sale week, and was dreading it a tad, seeing as how Zane has little patience for these sale runs. Imagine that.
My friend Heather got me all excited about the penny item at Publix yesterday, and I texted Allen to see if he would stop by on the way home and pick it up. I don't normally go to Publix on Sundays or Monday, penny items notwithstanding. It isn't usually stuff we use, but this one was. (It was supposed to be our Greenwise bathroom tissue, but in the end, it was sugar. A deal also, I guess...)
Allen said he would, and said he'd be home about 9, his usual. I suddenly had a wild, hair brained idea, and texted him back to see if maybe *I* could go when he got back. He said sure, and I hurried through my kitchen clean up and my "work out" so I could be ready as soon as he arrived.
He got home, and as I was leaving, I mentioned that I felt badly going to Publix fresh from exercising. I looked just horrible. He said anyone at Publix at 9 o'clock at night wasn't going to look too great. That made me feel a little better. (Oddly enough I did get into line behind a lady that had just worked out. Or at least she looked that way. I almost said, in my out of the house glee, "I just worked out too!" but in my mind's eye, I saw her turning around, looking at me, and saying, "I didn't just exercise...." I kept my mouth shut, in case that actually happened. So I guess in some ways, I am learning to watch what I say. Yes, miracles do happen.)
So I jumped into Allen's car, while although not a fancy car, makes me so happy to drive, like when you were 16 and you just learned how to drive. It also makes me feel less like a frumpy mom that I so usually feel like in the minivan. As I jumped in the car, I realized I was a little too excited to be going to Publix on a Monday night. I bounced around Publix in a much to happy to make sense way. I smiled a little to broadly at the other people there, and chatted it up with the nice lady who checked me out. Driving home, I thought how strangely the world looked at night. So much differently than during the day.
I had a blast on my little Monday night excursion. And when I got home, Zane had woken up and Allen, yes the Daddy, got him back to sleep. It was so nice to see that.
And I saved more than I spent. A goal of mine for a while. And as I lay down to go to sleep, I thought...
Maybe there is life past my driveway at night after all!
My friend Heather got me all excited about the penny item at Publix yesterday, and I texted Allen to see if he would stop by on the way home and pick it up. I don't normally go to Publix on Sundays or Monday, penny items notwithstanding. It isn't usually stuff we use, but this one was. (It was supposed to be our Greenwise bathroom tissue, but in the end, it was sugar. A deal also, I guess...)
Allen said he would, and said he'd be home about 9, his usual. I suddenly had a wild, hair brained idea, and texted him back to see if maybe *I* could go when he got back. He said sure, and I hurried through my kitchen clean up and my "work out" so I could be ready as soon as he arrived.
He got home, and as I was leaving, I mentioned that I felt badly going to Publix fresh from exercising. I looked just horrible. He said anyone at Publix at 9 o'clock at night wasn't going to look too great. That made me feel a little better. (Oddly enough I did get into line behind a lady that had just worked out. Or at least she looked that way. I almost said, in my out of the house glee, "I just worked out too!" but in my mind's eye, I saw her turning around, looking at me, and saying, "I didn't just exercise...." I kept my mouth shut, in case that actually happened. So I guess in some ways, I am learning to watch what I say. Yes, miracles do happen.)
So I jumped into Allen's car, while although not a fancy car, makes me so happy to drive, like when you were 16 and you just learned how to drive. It also makes me feel less like a frumpy mom that I so usually feel like in the minivan. As I jumped in the car, I realized I was a little too excited to be going to Publix on a Monday night. I bounced around Publix in a much to happy to make sense way. I smiled a little to broadly at the other people there, and chatted it up with the nice lady who checked me out. Driving home, I thought how strangely the world looked at night. So much differently than during the day.
I had a blast on my little Monday night excursion. And when I got home, Zane had woken up and Allen, yes the Daddy, got him back to sleep. It was so nice to see that.
And I saved more than I spent. A goal of mine for a while. And as I lay down to go to sleep, I thought...
Maybe there is life past my driveway at night after all!
2 comments:
Once, when Julia was a newborn, I remember driving to Dairy Queen at night, and eating my blizzard all alone in the parking lot. It was way too fabulous to be a trip to DQ...
you're so precious!!!!!!! i love u. & i love this post & i love your silly humor;) & ahhhhhhh...the freedom of skipping through publix w/out babies & i *get* the giddiness of wanting to chat & smile & converse w/other publix mommies & those sweet bakery ladies:) oh, the small things are sweeter than any tangible thing on earth. & back at home...all is quiet & hubs has them tucked under his wing. what sheer joy.
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