During a discussion with some mom-friends, the topic of
grocery shopping arose and I described what inefficient grocery-shoppers DH and
I are. The gals paused, looked at each
other, and nearly simultaneously blurted out laughingly, “You don’t have kids!”
Though I have frequently observed harried mothers plodding
through the store as their children whined and fidgeted (while I wondered,
“Where are these kids’ fathers to do the shopping or arrange for mom to shop in
peace?!”), it was not until this conversation that I fully realized the luxury
of being able to waste as much time as I please at the grocery store. In fact, I began feeling a little smug about
how much I enjoy my CF-style grocery shopping with DH… leisurely stopping by
the sushi counter for a sample, wandering through the exotic cheeses, dropping
everything at 11pm to venture to the store because we suddenly really want to
make ice cream sundaes, making trips three times a week because we are terrible
at planning ahead (plus, the fresh produce, milk, etc. only keep for so long). Bonus: no pressure to buy chicken nuggets or
juice boxes.
It was certainly something that never entered my mind when I
decided not to have children, but it’s a nice perk and apparently not to be
taken for granted!
