Or at least if you
do, an alarm would sound and bells would ring while a deep, loud voices booms, “Crazy
mom entering grocery store with a teenager.”
Blake and I recently
went to the grocery store to get some things for his trip this weekend to Seattle
to play basketball. First stop was getting a new blender to make smoothies for
breakfast. Next, he had to take off the lids of several different brands of deodorant
and smell them before deciding on his brand.
Several bags of food
later, Blake and I were unpacking the food in our kitchen. All I could think,
didn’t I just go grocery shopping? Where is all the food?
I am looking for an
inventor who can create a devise that every time a cupboard or the refrigerator
opens and one of my teens takes something out, that it is automatically
replaced.
After Blake guzzles another glass of milk, the jug automatically refills itself. If either Kate or Blake eats an apple or orange, another magically takes its place.
I feed them dinner.
Make them breakfast and lunch. Yet they seem to eat 24-7.
A bag of Smart Food -
gone in less than 24 hours. Hummus with carrots, nuts, nut bars, mangos,
strawberries - none of them stand a chance of surviving 24 hours in our house. A teenager's appetite reminds me of locust - devouring every morsel in sight.
Why can’t the refrigerator and the cupboards be like the laundry
basket? Just as I have folded the last sock or towel, it seems like the laundry
basket automatically fills up again.
Here’s wishing that would happen to my kitchen cupboards.
Until then, here’s to many more adventures grocery shopping with the teens.
Now if I can just teach them to sneak more items with chocolate as a main ingredient into the grocery basket, life would be grand.
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