No, this is not another knock on Walmart post:
I decided to go to Walmart for the first time in what seems like forever this past week because they had some really great deals to help me stock up for the move (more on that in a later post - spoiler:)), a couple simple low cost recipes, and of course the new Carmel Apple Pillsbury cookies and icing. So when I finally sat down, made my full list after looking at the budget, and found time to go when I didn't need a true sitter for the kiddo - it was 9pm on Saturday night. Super, a lovely drive and trip around Walmart on Saturday night, just what I wanted to do!
First off, if you have not been to Walmart or another superstore/bulk store in awhile, take a partner. I spent a ton of time walking from one end to the other back around and through the aisles one more time after that - just the grocery section mind you. Also, there are lots and lots of displays with $3 and under pricing - so even if you don't need it you are enticed and you will need someone besides your conscious saying "you don't need that, no really, walk away now." Of course I needed to try that 4 pack of 10 calorie Sunkist for just $1.
So after I did my searching for list items, picking up those not quite on the list but hey look at that price items, and of course the 15 minute inner monologue of can my kiddo make it in the size 5 diapers because apparently this past week everyone not only saw the sale but all their children also wear size 4....I made it to the check out.
Shame 1) I did not make it out of there under $100. Now, I have yet to go through the receipt and take out the cost of my moving staple supplies, diapers, whatnot to discern what I truly spent on food, staples for the future, and stuff for the kiddo. So I am hopeful that I am still equal to or under the grocery budget for this month.
Shame 2) Knocking over the darn grape tomato container at what felt like the middle of the night towards the end (but not before another trip back down the depth of the store again) of the trip. Just a frustrating thing, especially when you do the right thing of picking them all up as people pass by.
Shame 3) What I would call the newbie Walmart Walk of Shame - I totally, in a hurry to just get home, walked out the opposite doors of the ones that I parked in front of. Complete face palm as I stepped outside and pushed my cart a half a mile to the car. At 10:30 on a Saturday night.
Luckily, on the way home, I heard this song which made my "adventure" seem to have some purpose again:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d3YLJCOKOzM
Sunday, September 8, 2013
Thursday, September 5, 2013
Update to The Neighbors
So the pitch-in was pretty much what I thought it would be, even though I did try and tailor my mind to being more accepting and open to "hey maybe this will be fun and I will meet some other moms to actually interact with" - eh, not so much. I was happy with my morning church and errands before 11am accomplishments though :)
I was downstairs doing my mock fantasy football draft (because that is the type of person I am;)) during the prep, which was loud, and awaiting the first arrivals. Start time went by and nothing...crickets, hurried "call and remind them" noises came from upstairs, and 15 minutes later I started hearing unfamiliar voices upstairs. So once I took care of business, I shut down the laptop and headed upstairs - bracing myself. I said a quick nice to meet you or see you again or two then headed for the cooler containing my, hey it's past noon and I am here beer. It seemed to be all good, ate a chip, listened to conversations, watched some kids play then cue awkwardness. "Where is your little one?" Standard "it's a dad day" response, trying to smile reply followed by the standard silence. Then I was asked about her, said something that she likes to sing, my mom threw in that she loves to "twirl." Ok, so my jaw hardened a little more as the kiddo likes to spin in order to get vestibular feedback, she doesn't "twirl."
Then came the convo of Suburbia:
Neighbor: Oh, is she in any classes?
Me: She goes to daycare three days a week.
Neighbor: That's good, but does she take like dance classes or anything?
Me: *trying not to choke on food* Uh, no.
Neighbor goes on about the various offerings, locations, types, and age groups of dance/gymnastics classes that are offered around here. I about choked, no really almost choked on my food after stuffing in a laugh - my kiddo just turned two, can't sit/stand still and though I will support any chosen activity, I don't do dance.
So that was that kind of and I then knew how to prepare myself for the rest, the husband of said neighbor talking macho talk about his college baseball days, my dad preparing everyone that "food is coming, food is coming" and the awkward handouts about the Native American tribe that our street is named after for the kids- no not joking at all! Not to mention that she kept calling them Indians when our new Indian neighbors kids were at the table - I wanted to scream out Native American but chose to stay out of the awkwardness. I then went to work on actual Labor Day, thankfully.
So that is the story, now more waves come, I chat here and there because my kiddo likes to see the big kids off on the bus (of course we are outside at 8am, who isn't), and I watch more little boxes going up, up, up all around.
I was downstairs doing my mock fantasy football draft (because that is the type of person I am;)) during the prep, which was loud, and awaiting the first arrivals. Start time went by and nothing...crickets, hurried "call and remind them" noises came from upstairs, and 15 minutes later I started hearing unfamiliar voices upstairs. So once I took care of business, I shut down the laptop and headed upstairs - bracing myself. I said a quick nice to meet you or see you again or two then headed for the cooler containing my, hey it's past noon and I am here beer. It seemed to be all good, ate a chip, listened to conversations, watched some kids play then cue awkwardness. "Where is your little one?" Standard "it's a dad day" response, trying to smile reply followed by the standard silence. Then I was asked about her, said something that she likes to sing, my mom threw in that she loves to "twirl." Ok, so my jaw hardened a little more as the kiddo likes to spin in order to get vestibular feedback, she doesn't "twirl."
Then came the convo of Suburbia:
Neighbor: Oh, is she in any classes?
Me: She goes to daycare three days a week.
Neighbor: That's good, but does she take like dance classes or anything?
Me: *trying not to choke on food* Uh, no.
Neighbor goes on about the various offerings, locations, types, and age groups of dance/gymnastics classes that are offered around here. I about choked, no really almost choked on my food after stuffing in a laugh - my kiddo just turned two, can't sit/stand still and though I will support any chosen activity, I don't do dance.
So that was that kind of and I then knew how to prepare myself for the rest, the husband of said neighbor talking macho talk about his college baseball days, my dad preparing everyone that "food is coming, food is coming" and the awkward handouts about the Native American tribe that our street is named after for the kids- no not joking at all! Not to mention that she kept calling them Indians when our new Indian neighbors kids were at the table - I wanted to scream out Native American but chose to stay out of the awkwardness. I then went to work on actual Labor Day, thankfully.
So that is the story, now more waves come, I chat here and there because my kiddo likes to see the big kids off on the bus (of course we are outside at 8am, who isn't), and I watch more little boxes going up, up, up all around.
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