I love Trader Joes. Love love love, super heart.
I got a sitter for the little Man and was headed to my afternoon meeting when I figured I would do some grocery shopping (since I was supposed to do some tuesday and instead had come home from the ER) and get our essentials - Mango Juice, yogurt, cheese, bread, apples, zbars, milk...
There was a huge display of the reduced guilt brownies. And I was like - "oooh, I'll make brownies with (Little Man), I've never done that, it'll be..." and then it hit me. I never made brownies with him. Or for Big Man. Wow. Together 13 years and no brownies?! I could have left them w.o brownies... I started hyperventaliting right there at the end of the aisle by the dairy, my highly honed and very well trained tear ducts swelled my eyes full of tears ...
I was like - stop it.
Pull it together, don't be stupid.
I have to get out of here.
I tried to race decorously to the check out. While in line I was able to pull myself together and think, I should take a picture of TJ's I'm here all the time and clearly, food has a lot of resonance for me.
I know that this pic is a result of Little Man's grubby fingers smudging the lens on my phone's camera but this is exactly what the register looked like through my non-tear tears.
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