What’s your shopping style? I mean, for groceries. Are you someone who goes to the store every couple of days to get fresh food for dinner, or do you go once a week or less to stock up?
Me, I’m a stocker. Well, to be perfectly honest, I’m a hoarder. But I come by it honestly. For one thing, I’ve done most of my grocery shopping at the local commissary, which doesn’t leave much room for spontaneity. Most commissaries close for one day per week, usually on Monday. You also don’t want to go to the commissary on the weekend, if you can help it. So that leaves Tuesday through Friday as good days on which to do your shopping.
This is the first time since being married that I have lived as close to the commissary as to regular grocery stores. Usually the commissaries are quite a ways away, and do I really want to drive half an hour just to pick up a gallon of milk? Seeing as milk was $1.80 at the commissary in Washington, while over $4 a gallon at the grocery stores, it really made sense for me to stock up. (Milk is more expensive here in Rhode Island; I’m only saving a dollar or less per gallon by shopping at the commissary.) So I would head to the commissary every two to three weeks and try to buy enough food to last that long between runs. I’d also get some big stuff at Costco, and my grocery shopping would be done. Sometimes I would head to the grocery store to get something odd, like a foreign ingredient or something hard to find, or if I really wanted a rotisserie chicken for dinner between runs.
You have to look at the way my mom lives to fully understand where I am coming from. My mom has always had a relatively huge pantry just off the kitchen in our house near DC. It’s large enough to stand in and be surrounded on three sides by shelves from floor to ceiling. And the only thing in there is food!! My mom always has four or five varieties of cereal open at any given time, with five or six more boxes in the pantry. There’s always cans and cans of tomatoes and fruit and soup and vegetables, as well as all the chips and crackers you could want. And talk about condiments. You want spicy brown mustard? Or would you prefer yellow mustard? How about honey mustard, or even some Grey Poupon?? My mom’s got them all in her pantry! Basically my mom could open a convenience store run right out of her pantry!
That’s why my pantry and my fridge are always full. It’s crazy, really. I had two refrigerators in Washington, and both of them were full. I also had two cabinets full of food in the kitchen and two more in the garage. Everything was stuffed to bursting! No one was about to starve in my house.
I still don’t know where it all comes from. I haven’t bought any canned goods (save for tuna and soup, which we go through like there’s no tomorrow) in quite some time, yet my cabinets are so full that I can barely move the cans around to see what I need for a recipe. I think I’m making headway, though. I opened up my cupboard today and realized it was looking rather bare.
Now if only I can keep from buying more till I really need it!!
Update on Grace: We finally did end up going out the day Grace had been sick. Right after she got sick, she would be right back to playing and having a grand ol’ time. We figured maybe it was just something she ate because she sure wasn’t acting sick! She didn’t have a fever either.
We went out to dinner that evening, and Grace really didn’t eat a whole lot. But then she’d been sick; we weren’t surprised. Then Kurt suggested we head up to Target to get some last-minute items. On the way there, she got sick one more time. There was no way we could continue on, so we headed back home and put her to bed.
Yesterday morning, she woke up rarin’ to go. She was fine all day long, though we were watching her closely. And I got my trip to Target in, so everyone was happy.
This morning was completely different. For one thing, she didn’t wake up until after 9am. That’s an oddity right there. Then when she did wake up, it was like she didn’t want to get up. She just wanted to cuddle, and when we would put her down, she would cry. So I sat on the couch and cuddled with her for a good half hour to forty-five minutes.
Finally I took her back to bed, and by this time I was really worried about her. She is anything but a calm kid, so this lethargy was really scary. She even fell asleep in my bed for a while!! I have never actually slept with Grace before this; any time I would try, she would bounce right back up, thinking it was play time. Around 11am, we finally got some breakfast into her, and by the mid-afternoon she was acting almost normal again. We went out to Newport to take some photos, but she insisted on riding in her stroller the whole time. That right there almost made made me want to take her to the ER; she hates her stroller, and has hated it since she was just over a year old.
By dinner, however, she was acting pretty normal again. She’s back to her high activity level, and she’s just as giggly as she could be. But it was a pretty scary day, nonetheless. I kept thinking something was seriously wrong, since she’s never been this lethargic before. I’m so glad she’s just about back to her regular self again.