SOLSC '26 Day Seven: Walking the aisles

 

Thirty-one walks,  thirty-one posts.

"Come shopping with me,  so you can get your stuff," my husband said. I was in a bad mood, because I couldn't find a gift card I wanted to use at Hallmark; the last thing I wanted to do was go to the grocery store.  I had a library book on hold that needed to be picked up and his birthday cards and gift to buy.  His birthday is on Friday, and there's a good chance I still won't be able to drive then.

"Fine," I said, "but we need to be back by three. I have things to do, the kids are going to a movie, and Dexter shouldn't be left alone."

(Dexter is our granddog; our daughter is visiting for the weekend,  helping me celebrate my birthday and prep a bit for my upcoming surgery.)

So I went to the grocery store. I spent way too much time trying to decide on which feminine hygiene product to buy; it's been twelve years since I had to visit that aisle. A new toothbrush was easier to locate. The body wipes, not so much, but we eventually saw them on a top shelf.  

I hurried through the frozen foods and grabbed the microwave meals I had on the shopping list.  I hardly ever eat those, but I can't see myself cooking this coming week.  A box of brown sugar Pop-Tarts found its way into the cart, a post-op reward.  (Okay, maybe a pre-op treat, too.)

My husband continued shopping for the usual groceries while I headed to the cereal aisle for a couple of high-fiber choices.  Gotta keep things moving after anesthesia and pain meds!  Soup aisle was next, for some more easy meals.  A tray of pre-sliced cheese squares to go with crackers was on my list, too.

I gave my husband the twenty minute warning as we entered the produce section.  By this time, I was feeling overstimulated and exhausted by decision making, so I stayed with the cart and pushed it from aisle to aisle,  zoning out until the fruit and veggies were chosen.

The Universe must have been witnessing my discomfort--my husband spotted a register with only one cart checking out, and they were almost done. We were out of the store and home right at three o'clock.

After all that aisle-walking, I  was tired...and fell asleep sitting up on the couch, Dexter snuggled next to me.