I'm learning more and more that as a "boat wife", there is part of my brain that is not on task. I'm not sure which part it is, exactly, but let me give you a little insight into yesterday. ...and, as a reminder, my husband's boat is in drydock, so I have no idea when he'll be home next. My mental affliction is sure to continue.
Thanking my lucky stars for USAA, and the early pending deposit, I loaded the children to run various errands. Our first stop was the gas station, as my car was operating on fumes. Fifty three dollars later (yes, we're hanging on under $4/gal), we head out to scope out a home for an incoming CG family. I completely understand the stress of finding a home while you're thousands of miles away, but this family is OCONUS trying to find a decent pad in a good area, etc. I was so happy to pay forward the help I'd gotten from fellow CG wives when we moved down here.
We then went to Target. Oh, I might mention that I rearranged my living room furniture a few days ago. I can feel you guys nodding in agreement. Now that the living room feels better, there's a closet that's got my name all over it. I picked up some Rubbermaid tubs and shelving, as well as the necessities like toilet paper and shampoo. I luckily remembered my sister's birthday, and picked up a couple of cards.
On the way to my car, the shelving I'd purchased slid off the bottom rack of the cart, halting my progress, and nearly sending me airborne. There's a steep incline, so when I'd try to move the box - while attempting to keep my five year old out of traffic - the cart would roll into me, and I was making NO progress at all. Luckily a sweet lady held the cart still for me. I thanked her, and continued in my haze to the car. As I'm unloading, a Target employee comes rushing across the parking lot. Wondering if the kids stashed a toy or something, I look up, as she hands me the bag containing the paper plates and birthday cards. I walked off without picking them up.
It's becoming more and more obvious to me that shopping with my 5 and 2 year olds could be considered cruel and unusual punishment. I think any criminal would rather sing like a canary than be forced to endure this torture. Truly.
I get to the grocery store and find the necessities. Unfortunately, my neighborhood Winn-Dixie lost their generator in a storm a few days ago, so they were without about 70% of their cold foods. There was nary a carton of skim milk. *sigh* I get to the checkstand and am about to pay, when I realize that I never handed the guy my discount saver's club whatever card thingy.
I seriously feel like my "normal" OCD shopping brain is somewhere among the pieces of ship strewn about the yards. There's something about this "single mommy" business that makes me a different person! I still have my mask - my brave face. I'm doing pretty well with it. Now I just need to get my brain in gear and on task.