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Dear sweet lord Jesus, if there is one thing that brings me close to a toddler meltdown, every time, it is the most mundane of activity that needs to done as an adult.

Grocery shopping.

I loathe this excursion weekly, and the mind numbing process of doing this with 2 kids in tow a toddler and an Autistic boy that countdowns every single item that gets put into the trolley and then questions you when you put something “extra” in, drives me to drink, coffee.

I was so desperate to “get out” of this thing that I need to do every week that a few weeks ago –I didn’t do it. I bought 3 hours of extra time over that weekend, not struggling with parking, trolleys, feral kids and pandemonium in the shopping centre – coz really, everyone needs to be hounding the centres like a wolf pack just incase the world ends and we can’t get food the next day right?

Admittedly, I had to be creative with meals for a couple of days. This also gave me a chance to really go through all my cupboards and write a real list of necessity items that actually needed to be purchase. I mean seriously, who knew that I had 3 kilos of onions and 9 tins of tomatoes!

But, the weekend came and went as they do and the week ahead was in my face with my brain struggling to work out food supplies for the rest of the week.

To my utter disgust, after an 8-hour day at work and on a Monday, my car started heading in the direction of the supermarket. Tired and grumpy, totally full of PMS and “oh my god I hate my life”, I slowly but surely made my way to the place of all places that makes me wish I could turn back time and be a kid again.

Every. Single. Time.

Well I am here to tell you my dear friends; this Monday night shopping is the shiz! There was NO ONE around! My boys were at home with Steve; I didn’t have to contend with “Mum! Mum! Can I? I want??!!! Please? How long till we’re finished?” I could gracefully go down each aisle and take my sweet arse time hunting and gathering for the family in an ordered fashion.

I even stopped at the café before the supermarket and got a Decaf Latte to sip on intently during my adventure. Throw in 10 minutes of window-shopping for jewellery that I’ll never buy and a 20-minute shoulder massage from my favourite massage shop – this is the way to do it.

So I may still complain ALL THE TIME about this ghastly chore that we all do – but I’m going to be moving it to a Monday.

For sanity and window-shopping sake.

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