octolilly [through the years]

Grocery shopping day!

We waltz into the store feeling on top of the world. A bit of flirting with Daniel, loads of sweet patience with my ever-wiggly Drew, and no, I can’t stop smelling the peaches. They are just THAT GOOD.

Aisle 5:

I’M ABOUT TO DRAG DREW OUT OF THIS STORE BY HIS HAIR. AND IF DANIEL FREAKS OUT ABOUT THE GROCERIES NOT BEING IN THE RIGHT “ORDER” ONE MORE TIME I AM GOING TO START FLAILING. THE FLAILING THAT INVOLVES SITTING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE AISLE AND EATING CHOCOLATE AND CRYING. I HATE EVERYONE. YES I WILL FROWN AT YOU LITTLE OLD LADY. GET OUT OF MY WAY PEOPLE. STUPID GROCERIES. LET’S JUST EAT BREAD ALL WEEK! STOP SAYING THAT I SEEM GRUMPY.

Aisle 7:

Tiny apologies. Awkwardly hunting for the right kind of cheese. Still feeling fussy. Swallowing pride. Another tiny apology.

Checkout:

OH NO. WE AREN’T PUTTING THE GROCERIES ON THE CONVEYOR BELT IN THE RIGHT ORDER. DANIEL IS FREAKING OUT. DREW IS TRYING TO TALK TO EVERYONE ABOUT EVERYTHING. STRANGER DANGER! TRY TO APPEAR NORMAL TO THE CASHIER. I’M NOT CRYING. MY EYES JUST FEEL WATERY.

The ride home:

Tiny apologies. A few snuggles. Holding hands. Deep breaths.

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