Twinge: “A brief experience of an emotion, typically an unpleasant one.” Did I wake up with the slightest feelings of twinge-ness (is that even a word? Yep, I did. There was a distinct twinge in the air. No reason for that twinge, other than spending over 3 hrs at the ATT store last night. That was good. Fun times. So. Much. Fun.
I slept well, once I fell asleep. There was not a moment that I got up, even to pee. Hunter stayed asleep. Score 1 for Trazodone (though our next feat is to get him off of that). Still, there was a twinge.
I got up, hustled around, and got a few things done. Kids were up, eating, and doing chores. Hunter was ready to take his boatloads of supplements/juices/meds. Once all that was done, I realized that we did not go to the grocery, last night. Therefore, there was little to nothing to eat. That also meant, that after I chiropractor visit, I had to go to the said grocery store. I would also be hauling 5 of my kids with me.
Let’s all just have a moment.
Five children. Grocery store. Walmart, at that. Enough said.
Hello beautiful! I had been doing that, lately because it saves me a ton of money. I am all about saving money and becoming debt-free. This particular week, Big Daddy and I were going to make a date night out of the ATT store, Walmart, and dinner. ATT had other plans, so our meal consisted of eating a Papa John’s pizza in the van and zero groceries.
Luckily, we have eggs for breakfast (thank you chickens), and I thought I would just bundle all my “to do” things into one morning. Yep. That didn’t happen. I thought well if I go to the chiro, bank, and consignment store to drop off a receipt, I will just pick up some lunch at a fast food place (we have nothing here for lunch).
Nope, due to the fact that fast food is killing America, I opted out of that.
In my quest to do all the things, I thought I could whip up my grocery list, to be super-efficient. While doing said whippage, I checked to see if there were any available times to do Clicklist and pick it up today. I scored! There were some evening slots available, so I hopped onto Wal-Mart Clicklist and out added all my grocery (and non-grocery) items to it.
It was FINISHED.
By doing that, I was able to get all my little bits of running, a mini lunch run at the Walmart deli, and all my little peeps were happy. Big Daddy was happy because he didn’t have to do the pickup. It’s all good, man.