Night night, Molly!
Let us put on our Backyard Thinking Caps

In which I need to do Pilates just to go grocery shopping

Today's work out consisted of sticking both kids in one of the car carts at Safeway and maneuvering through the narrow aisles and the poorly laid out produce section and trying desperately to avoid the numerous elderly people who were too deaf to hear us approaching. Which is REALLY deaf since my kids were singing at the top of their lungs nearly the entire time. It was embarrassing. And requires more core fitness than I have. I kept crouching down and hissing at them, threatening bodily harm and all that, but they kept it up. Enough people smile and wave at them and they must find it encouraging, but the people who DON'T smile and wave are looking at ME. Like I should find the OFF button and press it, pronto. 

We also ran into a man who goes to our church. He has two teenage daughters who, as far as I can tell, are pleasingly perfect in every way. He's really nice and complimented my haircut of all things (people my DAD didn't even notice I cut my hair, so this guy gets major props) and then made all sorts of vaguely supportive yet also not comments about my immediate predicament: two children, car cart, singing, mile-long shopping list. I just kept responding with the Empty Laugh and Half Smile and kept the rude gestures to my imagination.

I meant to go shopping yesterday, but we went to open houses instead, and then I sat in traffic trying to get to a volleyball game (in which I was CLEARLY the team liability, despite my new magic shoes.) Oh, and then there was the Battery Acid In The Server Room Incident, which meant I couldn't leave to go shopping. Hence the FORCED bringing of children to the grocery store, and the FORCED using of the car cart. WOE.

Also, can I just say, I hate my Safeway. I LOVED my old Safeway. But my new Safeway is old and cramped and full of college students in pajama pants and cranky employees and the produce section is horrendous. I don't even LIKE most produce and I am disappointed in the selection. But every time I shop at the NICE store, with the three-times-as-large produce section and the million varieties of everything and the yogurt I like and the FREE PLAYROOM, I spend so much more money. And if there is one chunk of my budget I'm good at, it's the grocery chunk. So it kills me to go to the nice grocery store if I know there are pricey items on my list. And besides, the kids are snotty-nosed cough machines these days and I knew they wouldn't be allowed within ten feet of the playroom. SAFEWAY IT HAD TO BE.

I SHOULD have gone yesterday instead of going to open houses. Because, well, disappointment abounds! We went to see a Suburbs House that was almost as beautiful as its listing pictures, but was on a kind of busy-ish street and didn't have a basement or playroom area and I don't know, I just wasn't FEELING it. I have friends up there, the schools are awesome, it's REALLY not that far away, but every time we go to look at a house there it just doesn't FEEL right. It feels like MARS. 

Then we looked at a completely renovated 1915 Craftsman in a fun neighborhood that was laughably out of our price range. It had 1915-style closets (which is to say, closets in name only) and no garage and slanty floors like my rental. And some of the renovations weren't quite my style (I HATE most kitchen remodels, but then again if I were doing my own I'd shoot for white everything with, say, aqua appliances). But it felt more like a house I would like living in. I think. I DON'T KNOW. And the point is moot anyway because seriously, NO WAY we can afford that house. 

I wonder how many readers I've lost due to my incessant house handwringing. SORRY!

Oh, and then this Sunday was the big Yay! Catholic! Schools! Sunday and all the kids wore their uniforms and the church was packed because all the families who never go to church decided to put in an appearance and there was MUCH self-congratulatory Yay! Catholic! Schools! talk and it put me in a Funk. They asked Catholic school students to stand up, then former C.S.S., then parents of, then teachers, then people who've supported a C.S.S. and seriously, by the end Phillip and I were the only people still sitting down. Liz leaned over and whispered, "THIS IS TO SHAME YOU." Bah!

 

Comments

lindsay

Our homily was about meekness and then it was followed up with a Catholic Schools Week presentation like you just described, and I left not in a funk, but def in some sort of mood, and pondered that while I may be among the masses that don't understand meekness, I don't think that presentation was it either (but I still get why they do it). That being said, the 3rd grader that got up and read a report he had written in front of a parishful of people? CLEARLY on the road to success.

Colleen

My son goes to Catholic school and wore his uniform to church Sunday. I had to laugh listening to the talk by one of the parents. It basically shamed every public school parent and student by pointing out how kind and smart our students are. I'm sure the parent didn't mean it to sound that way but I felt uncomfortable and my son goes there.
Also, just to let you know that I love hearing about your house search. We moved two years ago and I still like to look at real estate sites. I know what you mean about neighborhoods. We looked at a lot of houses in an area that was very nice and not far from our current area but felt just so far out of my comfort zone. It annoyed my husband because he knew I wasn't into any of those houses for that reason.

Christiana

Gotta love it when people are so obsessed w/ private schools that they make everybody else feel like crap. And I WENT to private school (religious/non-Catholic) and LOVED it, but I always hated ostracizing those who didn't.

Every time I hear about you looking at houses, I think, maybe I should look, too - we're rapidly outgrowing our house (and OMG do I want a 2nd bathroom!) but we're so far upside down on our mortgage that even if we found a perfect house that was reasonably priced, etc. we couldn't move because we owe too much on this one. So I don't bother looking, because it will just depress me. But! I'm following your dilemma (where to move? better house, crummier area or better area, crummier house?) with interest.

katie

I HATE THE CAR CARTS! This would be the exact reason why my goal of the week entails planning shopping trips sans kids and/or avoiding stores with those horrid beasts (which my kids seek out with their eagle eyes). They are impossible to maneuver.

Life of a Doctor's Wife

Do people really give you the stink eye because your kids are SINGING in the grocery store? I would think that's far preferable to yelling, crying, or squabbling. CUTE, even.

It kind of sounds like you are getting CLOSER at least to finding a house! You'll find something great in a great location I have no doubt.

-R-

I encourage B to sing in the grocery store. Better singing than screaming or crying.

Redbecca

This: "I don't even LIKE most produce and I am disappointed in the selection." is something I would write. Ha ha!

Our son discovered the car carts just a few weeks ago. We say all the time that maneuvering those things is like driving a really big Pinto (to quote Sandra's character in "Speed"). Totally counts as a workout!
Also, there is a Safeway near us that has the car carts with TV in them!!! We haven't let him anywhere near those.

Sara

Oh, we have a very, very strict rule at our house: no car shopping carts unless Daddy is here, because he's the only one that pushes them. I made the mistake of using them a couple times and actually asked the cashier if Satan had invented them. They suck.

Anyway, there was some tears and grumbling about the car cart rule initially but now they accept it.

Mark

After having gone to Catholic school for nine years and now seeing my classmates' Facebook statues, I recognize that my Catholic school experience was not the be-all-and-end-all factor contributing to success, life satisfaction, or even furthering of long-term religious values. For me, I suppose it contributed to some degree, though I could probably chalk that up to strong parenting and role models in the Church. I heavily contemplated skipping this past Sunday knowing this annual ordeal was coming, but my guilt got the better of me.

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