An Outing

Well, it happened: I made a trip back into civilization, meaning a place that sells Nutella (you know; the stuff great countries are built upon). I'd held out for a solid 1.78 weeks, but the larder was bare, and we needed supplies.

OK, it's packed to overflowing. But I needed, NEEDED a cinnamon dolce latte, and by golly, I got one!

However, I found complete justification for my trip, without the Nutella and coffee thingies, and here's why: we needed parts. When you live on a remote farm, things break much more often (say, thirty or one million times more often) than if you'd live very close to repair shops and machine dealerships. It's something to do with Murphy's Law and Evil Machinery Collaboration. Anyway, just as I was packing the kids into the car, feeling slightly sheepish about the whole trip (for Nutella/Coffee/TargetTherapy), my dad handed me a slip of paper with directions to a dealership. Viola! Trip and conscience saved.

It was a good day. See?

How about the rest of you? Do you need a day of shopping to clear your mind every now and then? Or every now and now? Even if you know full well that packing your kids into a car, heading to a store, and striving to keep your sanity while preventing random things from being thrown into your cart as you attempt to stick to that well-crafted shopping list will likely leave you more frazzled then when you started?

I have a friend who once told me about these sorts of struggles. I never have these problems, myself.