I can’t figure out what my problem is with grocery shopping and menu planning. I mean, I love to eat. I have this mental block thing that happens when I need to figure out a grocery list.
I seem to do better just walking through a grocery store, looking at the foods available and then gathering the ingredients for what I decide to make for the night.
Yes, I said for the night, one meal.
Imagine how long it would take me to shop for a week’s worth of meals that way.
I ran to town yesterday to sign some papers. I got a job. No, I got the job that I wanted. Yay me! Oh, groceries. I didn’t do well walking the store yesterday because I was hungry. Hungry for the brownies I baked before leaving. So, I walked into the grocery store and grabbed some canned whipped topping. Yep, I’m good that way sometimes, too.
G is sick. Poor guy. Stubborn mule won’t let me do anything to make him feel better. Okay, okay, I know – I complained before when any man in my life was sick because they are such babies. Now I feel lost because my baby won’t let me take care of him.
My mother is okay and that’s a relief. I received word that she has moved in temporarily with my brother. Her blood pressure had dropped too low and they have adjusted her medicine. I kind of stresses me out because I can’t afford to go home and check on her.
Then again, when I lived 45 minutes from her I didn’t check on her. Seems I’m a really good kid that way. I guess I have no right to complain about my kids ignoring me. They learned from their mom by example.
Adoption. I really don’t get the issues with this one, why adoptees feel so unloved, uncared for or the need to find their natural parents.
What is the problem? I am adopted. I appreciate that my natural mom didn’t abort me, but don’t care to find her. I, even though I’m a crappy kid, am content with the couple that I’m proud to call my parents. They didn’t give birth to me, but they took on the uncool parts – oh like raising me.
I was listening to a show where a girl was trying to find her natural mother. It was so important to her that she was a runaway because of it? She has a one year old daughter that she left behind to find her natural mother. Makes a person wonder if maybe her mom did the same thing?
Seriously people. There are times that I would rather someone else have raised my kids. I knew deep down inside that there was someone who could do a much better job. In fact, my first husband raised our children for 11 years. It overwhelmed me. I thought I was ready. I was wrong.
So what…I should have raised them? Can you even begin to imagine the damage that I would have done to my children, and that’s if they survived? Literally survived living with me – as in remained alive, period. I loved them enough to let someone else take over.
I was doing genealogy work on my family years ago. I discovered that the census for relatives would change every year. One family would have an extra kid or two, and another would be minus a kid or two. It wasn’t because they didn’t love their children, they just helped each other out. A new baby was born on a farm with only boys. It wasn’t uncommon for that family to ‘trade’ or have a female relative come to live with them. It wasn’t uncommon for a farmer to have a relative come stay for the year to help with the crops.
A hundred years ago it wasn’t a crime, it was survival and also a gift of families helping families in the way they needed the most.
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