Just Be

I once shopped at a local grocery store called Cub Foods.   You are required to pack your own groceries there, which I’ve always hated and because the counters are so high, it’s very hard for me to do.   Regardless, we still need to eat so I venture to Cub with my three year old in tow.   I stuff my cart of groceries, grudge to the checkouts, and wait to be scanned.    By this point, I’m tired, sweaty, and so glad to be almost done.   My daughter, with that ever loving loud and energetic mouth of hers, begins inviting everyone in the checkout line to our house for dinner.   Uhg.   Inside, I’m saying “zip it, kid” but outward, I’m smiling like she’s adorable and don’t we all just love her.   Grocery shopping was never a fun event in my week, but I could do it and it was a conquering every time I did.    I whip my groceries on the belt knowing in a couple seconds, I’ll be whipping them in bags and BACK into my cart.   ...