So I should probably start this post off with a disclaimer… I have an amazing husband, he is seriously the best, he puts up with “my crazy” like no one else could… And I love him very very much. That being said, I hate grocery shopping with him. Actually I think I just hate grocery shopping. Every time we go I seem to get upset and irritated with Adam. It’s not ALL his fault. I set myself up for it. But honestly I HATE it, no exaggerating here. I think we should start going to the store separately but that would equal me getting crazy fat and us going broke… yes all because of groceries.
We probably go to the grocery store about every 2 weeks or so. And we wait until we are seriously out of everything, and every time we go we spend an outrageous amount of money. So this is where all the stress of the trip stems from, anything not on our original list is going to cost even more. Add that to doing our best to make “healthy choices” and not buying any junk food and we have a recipe for disaster. This leads me to our grocery run on Monday night. Our first little “hiccup” started with salmon, I asked Adam if we should get some salmon, I think he simply said, nah it’s too expensive. (He says this every time by the way.) So my inner monologue went something like this “so what if the salmon is $8.00 a pound I really want to make it for dinner. No I’ve never made it and yes it could go incredibly wrong and we could totally end up wasting that money, but I want it ok? Get off my back.” (We totally didn’t end up buying the salmon…) A few isles later we are getting along, we agree on the basics, milk, creamer, etc. I get a little irritated when Adam grabs the bread that is “not my favorite” but keep it to myself. Then we hit the frozen food isle… this is where our trip usually falls apart, dang you Lean Cuisine! A little background here, Adam’s office is right by our house, so most days he is able to go home and make whatever he wants for lunch. I work roughly 30 minutes away (on a good day) so no going home for me, I need to bring my lunch with me every day or eat out. Eating out every day = lots of calories and far too much money, so my preference is to have things like Lean Cuisines and sandwiches handy for lunch. Lean Cuisines use to be my fav, lots of great options, not too pricy and great on calories… until they upped their prices. Don’t get me wrong we can afford Lean Cuisines, but things add up and for some reason every time we make it to this isle we both end up really upset with each other. Adam usually says something like jeeze $3.00 each do you really need them, and in my head I say “so what if they are $3.00 each, this is soooo much better than me spending $6.00+ every day on eating out! I’m totally saving us money!” No I don’t say this out loud instead I choose to just be angry and not express my feelings. I grab the least expensive meals, the ones that don’t fill me up and aren’t nearly as yummy as the others and storm out of the isle. Adam can’t read my mind so he’s left standing there wondering what on earth I’m so upset about. Several more isles, and a few more unfriendly budget and calorie filled item no goes later and I’m mad. When we checkout we still spend an obscene amount of money (ok not obscene but still!) and I’m left fuming thinking that I should have just bought what I wanted anyway, it wouldn’t have made that big of a difference! Right? And I never argue with him about what HE wants! Cue silent car ride home. Now at this point you are probably thinking I need therapy and well you are probably right, but hey at the time I totally feel like this is appropriate behavior.
Now these little fights never last long. We’re usually over it in no time, but I still HATE going grocery shopping, and until we are millionaires and someone has invented some amazing pill that will allow me to eat chocolate ice cream every day and never gain a pound I probably always will.
xoxo ~ Jamie
P.S. Even though I never say it and next time we are at the store I will probably regret it and/or forget all about it: Thank you Adam. Without you I would be broke and 300 pounds.
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