Grocery store

I haven't been grocery shopping yet. Thanks to my husband, mom and mother-in-law I haven't needed to. And that's just what I want.  I have some friends and blogs that I follow that have dealt with great loss and tragedy in their lives and I find it interesting that the one place that they all fear is the grocery store.  I remember reading that and thinking well that's just silly, it's just a store. I run to the store a few times a week! And that's the problem.  For me I realized I fear it because that's the old mom.  That's the normal mom.  That's the woman who would lug all four kids in and conquer the list and menu and come home and put stuff away and make dinner and help with homework and be just normal.  I'm scared of getting in there and not having enough energy to get out.  (Come on people, Wal-mart is scary enough on a full tank!)  I'm scared of having a mini panic attack when the cashier can't hear me.

The first week that I was driving the kids to all their activities I was tired and the boys were grumpy because I had to leave them buckled in while we waited because I didn't have the energy to chase them around the building.  So I did what any good mom does...I drove to Wendy's to get us all a Frosty.  The guy couldn't hear/understand me. I felt like I was yelling.  I used my diaphragm and was working so hard and he totally didn't get it right.  So we pulled through and I went to McDonald's to get me a smoothie thinking it would be better. Nope. Still had to say it 4 or 5 times.  Granted I know that drive-thru technology is still lacking and pretty much a guessing game on both sides but that day it was awful.  So I retreated back to my house vowing not to use the drive-thru ever again.