I can't remember to go to the supermarket. I hate going there and so I subconciously black it out. Not a good idea with three men and a man-dog at home.
And when I do remember to go, one foot in the door and I'm overwhelmed by the dizzying array of aisles and stuff. Stuff that I need. Stuff that we're out of.
So I make lists. Go to the grocery store with a list - I say to myself. That way you won't draw a blank after the first millisecond.
But... I forget the list! Where the hell is the list? Wait... there it is in my back pocket, Shit- that's last week's list that I couldn't find! This is when I usually turn around and leave.
So this morning, I cleaned out my pockets, and here's what I found:
Pathetic- I never managed to make it to the supermarket with even one of those.
I didn't used to be like this, did I? My family must really love my other talents, because grocery shopping is not one of them!
Sometimes I find someone else's list in the shopping cart... that's better than nothing.