I grocery shop
Friday nights after work
from habit
rather than necessity
in the full days
demands of kids’ schedules
house, garden and partner
episodic social life
weekly menu
planned and posted
efficient and organized
chore checked off
as weekend begins
tonight my list
is sparse
self-deluding
endeavor a farce
it’s allergy season
vigorous nose-blow
disguises
upstart tears
I summon the smile
chat with the cashier
repay Trader Joe’s
perpetual friendliness
in kind
small-talk, check
gracious smile
he encourages me
to pick out
a fresh bouquet
on him
Do my eyes
scream wounded doe?
Arisen from the Conflagraton 
omg.. habitual momming!!!! love this!!!
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Yep. I still grocery like I have 3 at home
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Trader Joe’s has good booze. And good food, but I hardly go there. It’s sort of better to have been there than to be there, lol.
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Trader Joe’s is fabulous.
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It’s very nice, true. I get so hungry and thirsty in there, though. It doesn’t matter if I just ate, I want all the things.
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I do routinely find that rogue items have jumped in my cart
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Yes ma’am. Lots of interesting things. I have to leave sometime!
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Only when you can have time for yourself (some me-time!), will everything start to unravel, all those feelings you’d brushed aside, and overlooked, all come flooding back up to the surfaces, and you’re forced, to deal with them one by one…
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So very true. And no fun
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