Grocery shopping. It’s probably the one activity that I don’t generally want to do with my husband. Whenever we plan on going together, I have flashbacks to us fighting over a bag of oreos. It was our first fight as husband and wife, and a whole mob of elderly bystanders joined in to encourage either me or my husband to stand firm.
“Don’t let her win this, or else you’ll regret it for the rest of your life,” one old man warned.
In fact, I’ve found that men really do stick together when it comes to their junk food. More than once, when I’ve explained to my husband why he shouldn’t reach for that bag of chips, a complete stranger of the male gender has walked past us and whispered something to my husband. Nate always grins. And it makes me want to have a tantrum right then and there in the chip aisle.
Do they not understand that we women are doing this for their own good?
Apparently not. And so a brotherhood forms at the supermarket, with men encouraging each other to remain strong and to fight for their chips. And bacon. And oreos. And they think they’re being so sneaky about it, whispering words of encouragement to my husband while my back — and the backs of their wives — are turned. But apparently you don’t need to be a mother to have eyes in the back of your head. And I am oh-so-aware of the mutiny taking place every time I walk into a grocery store.
Last night, on our drive to the grocery store, Nate asked me what we were having for supper. I paused a moment, finding the strength to argue against eating at KFC on our way to the store. But he continued with, “Because I want something healthy.”
I nearly had a stroke.
This in itself wouldn’t have been enough to cause me concern. But then there was the whole grocery shopping experience. My husband was grabbing two products at a time and comparing the nutrition labels. I kid you not. He was comparing nutrition labels and reaching for the healthier option! And he was commenting on the amount of fat in his usual snack choices, before putting them back on the shelf. And he was muttering something about needing to eat out less. And about the possiblity of becoming a vegetarian for a month. (My sister is gasping as she reads this part, I assure you).
I kind of followed him in a daze, my eyes wide and mouth open in shock.
Or my husband has been abducted by aliens and I am currently living with an imposter. What do you think?
Happy Friday! 🙂 Any fun plans for the weekend?