The Mothership

So, I love the "pull-up and receive my groceries without even stepping foot out of my car indulgence" ...but each indulgence comes with a consequence...or maybe a few... I am QUEEN of awkward interactions - and I am an outward processor so I outwardly process the awkward moment usually RIGHT in front of the person I had the awkward moment with - make sense?  Pretty much, I'm a weirdo, and I'm ok with it because hilarious things happen and I get a front row seat to the chaos. So, when I pull up for my hand delivered groceries I think to myself, "This is extra time I have to...reply to an email...check Facebook...take a picture and send it to my friend...take a video to send to my friend...sing a crazy whack song with my kids just to have fun..." and it never fails... The poor person delivering my groceries catches me off guard - which I'm not sure why because it's not like I didn't know they were coming - and it's like awkward magic....

I have always enjoyed a good grocery run.  Even when I was a child/teenager, I would voluntairly go to the grocery.  I guess it is because I enjoy the time I get to spend with the other person while shopping.  Now having a child has certainly slllooooowwwed the trip a bit, but I still enjoy the time with Luke. I always make sure I go right after breakfast and still bring him something to snack on or a toy to keep him busy.  Even then though he genuinely enjoys the grocery, or any store for that matter.  I don't remember too many times where he acted up, and if he did, it was because he was tired. As we make our ways through the aisles the two of us just look so happy:)  I make funny faces at Luke and he laughs with his contagious little giggle.  I kiss all over him since his face is right in front of me, which is just irresistible.  He leans in to me and says, "Awwww, Momma." and wants me to hug him over and over again.  We do all this as...