A Grocery Store Confession

Forgive me Cashier, for I have sinned. Sort of. Yesterday the kids and I went to the grocery store. Big surprise there. And as we are checking out the wow-you-are-super-nice-and-helpful man at Trader Joe's is scanning my goods and bagging them all while whistling and smiling and doing that Trader Joe's thing they do. Hi, my name is Allison and I am addicted to Trader Joe's. As I am watching him in his happy process, I am slightly embarrassed at the three opened boxes of cereal bars. One for each kid. Before you freak out, they did not eat the whole box. But let us just say there may or may not have been an empty foil wrapper in each cardboard container. Just sayin. But, hey, you gotta do what cha gotta do. I mean, what is better for the public good, three really hungry kids in the middle of a grocery store or an open container (not the naughty adult term thank you very much although a little Mommy Cocktail would make shopping with three kids a bit less stressful)? I laugh at how much we eat just to make it through the store. Some people go to the store at a certain time because they know the samples are out. Not us. We make our own sample party. Only our samples we pay for so Clark Howard is not as proud. Boo. Unloading the cart is like an episode of Scooby Doo. Oh look, Velma, a banana peel. And some cracker crumbs. And, gasp, I see something shiny and metallic. No, not a projector for a fake ghost. Just an organic granola bar. Sorry Scoob. Sometimes I feel like I should buy one sacrifice item. You know, the box of __________ the kids can munch on while we are shopping. That would save me from checking out with seven already opened half empty items. I get stressed at night worrying that when I get to heaven God is going to ask me about all the bananas my kids ate before checking out that technically I never paid for. I should probably seek some counseling for that. I am hoping I at least get some props for variety. Here, have a cracker, now a banana, here is a slice of pastrami from the deli counter, and yes! a cookie from the bakery. It is like a movable feast.