Sunday, Sunday, Sunday.....

Typical day. Grocery store, newspaper, laundry.

I hate the grocery store when it's busy. This is the cheap one in town, Winco, so just about everyone goes there. If you're gonna go on Sunday, you have to go (and get out) before noon. It seems all the church folk go there when they get out of church. Not a lot of old people; they go to the store early Monday morning (another day and time to avoid). I live in a university town, and the college kids go to the store on Sunday afternoon too...you can tell who belongs to a Frat...they have 2-3 baskets full of empty beer containers to turn in for their nickel each. My daughter make a real funny joke last week; "Is there a portal that links Mexico to Winco? There is always so many of them here on Sundays." Now don't get me wrong...I understand they have to eat too, but you don't have to bring all 6 of your kids with you. And could you please keep your kids nasty, dirty, grimey, disgusting hands out of the bulk foods bins? I have seen all kinds of kids do that. I just don't buy the stuff within kids reach...they are nasty.

Newspaper is easy. It retails for $1.50, but I can get it at the dollar store for....wait for it....A DOLLAR!!!! It is right next to the front door and there is usually never anyone else in line...I'm in and out in under 2 minutes.

Laundry....oh gawd. So it's me, the hubby who is a helicopter mechanic, a 16 year old daughter and an almost 13 year old son. I wear scrubs too work, and try to take good care of them. I like to buy the better stuff, looks better, like I give a shit. (I hate those shapeless scrubs.) My scrubs get their own load. Hubbys clothes are downright nasty. Grease, dirt, oil, fuel, etc....he does not own a single shirt without a stain. He dirties them so bad, then wants to go buy new ones. Ok, lets go to Goodwill....But Noooooo! He wants to go to Wal-Mart and buy brand new ones. WTF? He's just gonna get them nasty....I am talking to the air.

Daughter just goes through so much shit, and doesn't pull her pant legs out, and leaves her socks all bunched up. I do NOT want to handle her nasty socks...or her undies for that matter. If I let her do it, she would end up wearing dirty clothes. And what kills me, is that she has enough clothes that she would not have to do laundry for a month if she wore something different everyday. I didn't have that much growing up;why do we spoil her?

The boy. Every week, I get clothes from him that are still folded from last weekend. Or I see things that I KNOW he has not worn in the past week. Since these have been sitting with the dirty stuff, I have to wash them again. Sometimes I think I was born to do laundry; I am sure I have another purpose, but I am not sure what that is...and I may never know.

It's a quarter to 9pm, I am yawning and have to get up @ 5:30am. They are presenting the Lombardi Trophy...who cares. Time to take my meds and go to La La Land. Woot Woot!