Preface: We live 3 hours from the closest Air Force base now that Daniel is in Recruiting duty.
Oh, how I miss you, my dear Commissary.
Every two weeks I plan out my menu, and shopping list, on that Saturday Daniel and I load the kids up for a fun couple hours of shopping.
Okay, so the use of the word fun is a little optimistic on my part.
My life is so much simpler since I have implemented this strategy. A tortured couple of hours in exchange for 2 weeks of meal ingredients and the necessary items for day to day living at my finger tips. This also makes our conscious decision to own only one car much less of a hassle, since I rarely need the van to schlepp the kids around the fine city of Burlington shopping.
But today, the Commissary was like a mirage in the desert....
Daniel was to be otherwise occupied tomorrow so it was either - do all the grocery shopping myself with the two kids, or wait another week to shop with Daniel.
I took the plunge and did the shopping.
Uggg!
The kids were fantastic. But the twenty thousand innocent questions I fielded from Eve almost drove me batty. Judah, he was great - I just kept him well supplied with food and he was happy. Trying to keep Eve from being run over by crazy Vermonters in Costco while reminding her to "walk beside me honey, not in front of the cart" was time consuming just by itself!
Oh, and I was suppose to actually be putting items in my cart to purchase!
3 hours later we were home
Like I said ....Uggg!
I love the Commissary. Not every one does.
Those who don't, complain about the retirees - I love them. I salute them, at the same time jumping out of the way when they try to run me over in the parking lot. They love my children, "oohing" and "aaahing" when we walk past them in the aisle. They have earned the privilege of shopping at the Commissary and I will never fault them.
They also may complain about selection, or cramped aisles etc. etc.
None of that bothers me. I spend half the amount of money at the Commissary than at the regular grocery store. And I can get everything I need there. One stop, one buckling the kids in and out, someone loads my groceries into my van for me, and when you live on base you are literally minutes from your home.
Heck yeah people.
So, dear Commissary...I miss you, let's get together real soon...k?!
After word: Daniel's commitment for tomorrow, yeah, it got cancelled.
Go figure!
Oh, how I miss you, my dear Commissary.
Every two weeks I plan out my menu, and shopping list, on that Saturday Daniel and I load the kids up for a fun couple hours of shopping.
Okay, so the use of the word fun is a little optimistic on my part.
My life is so much simpler since I have implemented this strategy. A tortured couple of hours in exchange for 2 weeks of meal ingredients and the necessary items for day to day living at my finger tips. This also makes our conscious decision to own only one car much less of a hassle, since I rarely need the van to schlepp the kids around the fine city of Burlington shopping.
But today, the Commissary was like a mirage in the desert....
Daniel was to be otherwise occupied tomorrow so it was either - do all the grocery shopping myself with the two kids, or wait another week to shop with Daniel.
I took the plunge and did the shopping.
Uggg!
The kids were fantastic. But the twenty thousand innocent questions I fielded from Eve almost drove me batty. Judah, he was great - I just kept him well supplied with food and he was happy. Trying to keep Eve from being run over by crazy Vermonters in Costco while reminding her to "walk beside me honey, not in front of the cart" was time consuming just by itself!
Oh, and I was suppose to actually be putting items in my cart to purchase!
3 hours later we were home
Like I said ....Uggg!
I love the Commissary. Not every one does.
Those who don't, complain about the retirees - I love them. I salute them, at the same time jumping out of the way when they try to run me over in the parking lot. They love my children, "oohing" and "aaahing" when we walk past them in the aisle. They have earned the privilege of shopping at the Commissary and I will never fault them.
They also may complain about selection, or cramped aisles etc. etc.
None of that bothers me. I spend half the amount of money at the Commissary than at the regular grocery store. And I can get everything I need there. One stop, one buckling the kids in and out, someone loads my groceries into my van for me, and when you live on base you are literally minutes from your home.
Heck yeah people.
So, dear Commissary...I miss you, let's get together real soon...k?!
After word: Daniel's commitment for tomorrow, yeah, it got cancelled.
Go figure!
5 Comments:
I also love the commissary! We are only 8 miles away and I have an intense love affair going on. Here in San Diego the cost of living is SO extremely high that I can feel a panic attack anytime I have to shop anywhere except for the commissary or costco. :)
Thanks for visiting my site today. I have huge respect for your mom if she runs a dream dinner type place. One experience with that was more than enough for me. Although I am still enjoying the dinners and since hubs is deployed right now they will last double the time! :)
I enjoyed your blog. You have a truly sweet little family.
Love, Michelle
Forgot to add that I love love love your couch! :)
Michelle
Thanks for your comments over at my place. You guys are an adorable family - my sister is questioning the snow too, she lives in NH. Doesn't it know that it missed winter?
I'm going today. :)
I missed the comissary too when I was away from it. There's nothing like two weeks worth of food for under 100 bucks!
I can't imagine living so far from the commissary! I've always lived on, or near, an AF base. When Joe retires, wherever we move to will have to be a town that has a military installation! LOL
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