I’ve been leaving the grocery shopping to Frank. It’s just been our way. He says I spend too much and I hate the social setting of HEB PLUS. His fav line is “we can always go back” Today I got up and risked my life at HEB. Walking up to the long line outside made me feel like I live in a communist society. Limitations on eggs, milk, meat. Most of the time, I like to think I am a sane collective person, but today was the closest to a panic attack I have ever been. People were swarming and the shelves were empty. No coffee, no beans, no rice, no lemonade. no dishwashing liquid. I did get last package of TP. I spent $300 and cried all the way home. I hate that I scared my girls walking in with a blotchy red face. Addie picked up on it and yelled at me for no buying doughnuts. No doughnuts. I yelled bk to not be ungrateful. Frank was the one to point out that was her way of showing stress. It was a terrible experience. I hate how scary the world is. I need this to be over.
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