the grocery list

As organized as I am, you’d think I’d have a plan in place for Maya’s school holidays. But really, they just throw me for a loop. EVERY TIME.

Luckily, however, Ali is in town, which meant he and Maya were able to celebrate Columbus Day together this past Monday.

It seemed Ali was a bit overwhelmed by the idea of spending 12 hours with Maya though, because prior to me leaving for work he asked if any errands needed to be done.

He’s never asked that. Ever.

In honor of Ali’s birthday we all went shopping so he could purchase his billionth pair of khaki pants. Maya and I were forced to create our own entertainment.

Instead of verbalizing the smart ass comment percolating in my head….

(“Of course there are errands to be done. There are always errands to be done. I mean for one thing, have you not noticed the refrigerator is echoing it’s so empty?”)….

I handed him a grocery list with instructions to buy organic EVERYTHING, and then left to battle the crowds at Grand Central.

We also went to Mastro’s where Ali and Maya dominated a piece of cake the size of Texas.

At work, however, my sarcasm dissipated and I began to feel quite unsettled.

Mainly because Ali + the Grocery Store + Maya yield Frankenfoods like Cookie Crisp and Doritos.

And also because giving up control of even mundane things like the grocery list stresses me out to no end.

As I trekked home I talked myself down from a panic attack.I told myself that even if Ali bought non-organic peas and Fuji apples instead of Gala, I was going to survive.

The following day Maya was still on such a sugar high that I made her walk about 9 miles.

So guess what Ali bought?

Absolutely nothing. He and Maya went to Shake Shack, Cold Stone, played video games, and went rock climbing instead.

Typical.