Shopping!

One of the reasons the boys are happy to have me home is that the cupboards and fridge are bare. Devoid of food. Empty, full of nada. Not that either of them are opposed to spending their hard earned cash on the food they devour. In an emergency, they will part with money for a good cause. But for the most part, they see provision as fully my responsibility.

Oh, good. Mom's home. Let's go to Wegmans and stock up. I am a bit scared. This will cost. Bad enough to have to take one boy along for the shopping trek, but both of them? This can't be good. And no list either. They enter the store drooling, excitedly mapping out who will attack which aisle and how they will both manage to get their preferred munchies in the cart without my fainting.

I have my own list. Chocolate yogurt (the best way to get calcium), bananas (potassium), frozen strawberries (really cuts cravings connected with late night binging), and chocolate pudding (OK, I have to have one downfall - besides, its easy on my tummy when food has been particularly unkind to me). While I am on my quest, the contents of the cart I am pushing grows magically and exponentially.

I can remember needing less when all five boys were living at home. Of course, back then, I made everything from scratch. Now I am big into convenience food because of my 80 hour workweek. I can only hope this doesn't break the bank for too long. I still have to put gas in the car! Despite my fears, the cart of stuff doesn't run too much over $100. I suspect they are trying to be solicitous of my well being. And will expect another trip soon. Oh, well. Its good to be home, even if I get eaten out of it!