This morning Grandma watched the boys (Claire was at preschool) and I left to do some grocery shopping. I even managed to sneak in a trip to Target and bought a bathing suit.
When the kids are with me on my shopping mornings, I fantasize about them not being there. I think about the luxury it would be to just browse the aisles in peace and quiet. I think about how I used to read the magazines in the checkout lane, catching up on the latest tabloids.
This morning, I browsed the aisles. I compared prices with total concentration. I read the magazines in the checkout lane.
But, I also missed the kids.
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