Many moons ago, when I was first married, my husband told
people we lived in a hospital. He’s prone to exaggeration, but I was kind of
fanatical. I was raised by a stay-at-home mom who bought into the whole 1950s
feminine persona. So, I cleaned the house every day, sweeping and dusting. I
did all the grocery shopping and cooking. My first cookbook was a paperback
entitled
The I Hate to Cook Book given to me by my mother-in-law
. I
now think she was a visionary and knew how my house-wifey days would evolve.
Fast forward a few years. Once I learned playing house got
tedious, my love of shiny floors and squeaky-clean sinks died. I worked outside
the house at a 9 to 5 job just like FDW. No way was I putting in 9 to 5 on the
weekends inside the house. I luckily drew a mate who enjoys cooking. And he
cooks good food from scratch. We lapsed into a nice routine of whoever got home
first cooked. Whoever didn’t cook, cleaned up. We shared laundry and other
details around the house so we could get out to fish, ride bikes, hike, or
party with the Parrotheads.
Then I found out I loved writing books. Now fast forward a
few decades. Who the heck has time to do much of anything if you’re a
self-taskmaster writing and promoting? Not this lady. I’m just very glad FDW
still loves to cook, grocery shop, and a few other domestic shores I’ve pawned
off on him.
But once in a while, I like to step out of my self-imposed
writing cave. Yesterday, while FDW vegged in front of sports on TV, I went
grocery shopping…all by myself. When I hopped out of the car, I paused a
moment. The carts were lined up on the sidewalk. People were rushing in and out
of the automatic door. Could I do this on my own? I go with FDW once every
couple of months just to see if there are new things I might want. Plus, he’s a
very linear shopper…list in hand, in and out…same stuff every week. I might
want to try that oddball fruit on sale or see if they’re carrying Peach Brandy
yet. But I hadn’t walked those aisles alone in ages. Just inside the door is a
Starbucks, so with a caffeine jolt, I did the deed.
Costco was on the schedule for today. Naw, I’ve had enough
of the grocery experience for now. FDW is there as I type. Yay, for him!
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