Seriously, remember that time I almost cried over the chip aisle after I returned to the USA from Grenada?
Yesterday was kind of like that except way less fun because I didn’t go home with chips.
Despite being up all night with my little boy bean, I thought it would be an excellent idea to go to the grocery store on Memorial Day and leave hubs with the twins.
I was all oh I’ll go to the store honey – YOU stay here and watch those little angels all while busting out of the apartment like Free Willie.
Anyway, I walked around the whole grocery store looking for raisins because I want to be all BUDGET friendly and make my own cinnamon raisin bread because sidenote I have an unhealthy relationship with raisin bread. After walking around this new store, I’m pissed because the raisins aren’t where I thought they were. I ask for help from an employee and when the poor little guy also did not know where the raisins were, I felt tears stinging me in the corners of my eyes.
Why, raisins? Why so elusive? Don’t you want to be baked in delicious bread and serve out your life’s purpose?
I seriously think I was in the grocery for two hours, people – aimlessly wandering around looking for the damn raisins. I knew intellectually that I was suffering from some major sleep deprivation but I was hell bent and determined to tell all of you about my money saving bread.
Anyhoo, I was successful in my raisin quest eventually and was feeling pretty awesome about myself but then, the check out lady didn’t ask me if I had a store card and swiped her own instead. The nerve!
I tried to hand her mine at the end and she was all nope, already did it. I protested and told her I wanted my gas points and the scary look in my eyes must have told her I meant business. It only took two managers to figure out how to get me my much deserved points which I worked for two hours for mind you due to all the aimless wandering around the store. The people behind me were so annoyed they actually left all their groceries on the belt and walked out the store.
After I got home and had a cup of coffee, I realized that I may have gone a tad overboard what with the crying over raisins and insisting on getting my gas points in the check out line. I’ve decided that saving money and trying to budget at the grocery isn’t really meant for the sleep deprived.
But the bread is going to be so good, y’all.