Grocery shopping is not a marathon in this house. The older Jessica gets, the longer it seems to take. 3 hours, people. Three. With all the potty breaks, the waitng, the deciding, the choosing, the checking out, the driving, the waiting … did I say the choosing? Or organizing and uloading … It’s a deal. A big one.
Needless to say I didn’t get any of the ingridients needed for any of my aforementioned recipes – but I will deliver, something.
To treat myself after all the sleepwalking (read: grocery shopping) I bought ice cream. Dairy-loving ice cream. With chocolate in it. And I ate a bowl immdiately upon arriving home.
I have no regrets.