Sunday, January 23, 2011

How to train your dragon

I am an Evil Genius.

In the beginning, he absolutely refused to go to the store for me.  I don't want you to get mad at me for not getting the right kind, size, etc.

So I would make him go to the store with me.  At first his job was to push the cart and keep Pooty from escaping.  Then I started pointing so he had to touch the items and get familiar with my habits, also he started getting a little bitchy about how things went into his cart.  I began sending him back tracking to an item I "forgot" an isle or two ago.  I had him willing to hit four stores in one trip, dragging us from one end of the town to the other, so he would know how hard I worked the front end of grocery shopping.

He started working out of town last fall and lots of things had to be readjusted.  One of the good changes was  Sunday mornings at Walmart became a men only event.  Daddy time.  Hunt and gather.  Conquer!  I still do the other store shopping trips but it's a fair price to pay to avoid the big W.  I maximize my advantage by shopping on my lunch hours at work so there is no need for me to be dressed in anything but pajamas on the weekends.

I lovingly put the list in store order, write very descriptive (sour cream, 16 ounces, store brand, avoid reduced/non-fat), note items that have coupons (also in list order) and we have a pre-raid meeting.  Of course I still get at least four to seven phone calls while they're shopping but at least it allows me to gauge how much more Me Time I can get in before the men return.  He just called with a produce question so now I must go and make room for their bounty!


KLo said...

Too funny : ) said...

Ha! Bernie does all our grocery shopping now, and you know what? I hate it! I mean I love that he does it, but I hate that now it's HIS job and if ever I do happen to tag along, I'm not longer "doing it right". And he gets to say what does and does not go in the cart. He can be a real buzz kill sometimes.