But today was grocery day, and I can tell you that today, grocery shopping certainly feels like the dumbest thing I do as a mom.
From the time I wrangle the preschooler and the baby into the car until the time I finish putting away the last grocery item in the kitchen, about 90 minutes has passed.
What did I actually do during that time?
Well, first I wandered through every aisle in the store, picking things up and putting them in my cart.
Then I wheeled to the register, where I removed every single thing I just put in the cart.
The bagboy took the food and put it back in my cart, so I could take it all out again in the parking lot.
At home I drag the bags into the house, and finally end this ridiculous errand by doing the exact same thing I did in the grocery store an hour ago, but in reverse: putting each and every item back on the shelf where it belongs, except this time with the added bonus of hearing my 3-year-old tell me that she's "hungry," "hates shopping," and (when she's feeling particularly dramatic,) "never gets to do anything fun."
Ta-da! I have just spent 90 minutes of my life moving things around. Loading and unloading the same things, over and over, for an hour and half.
To me, there can be no dumber way to spend an afternoon than that. And the best part is, I'll do it again next week!
Surely, there's got to be a more efficient system than this for getting food into my house. I find it hard to believe that human civilization hasn't advanced to the point where I don't have to touch the same carton of milk 5 times to get it into my fridge.
(I've been at this mom gig long enough to know that half of it's just going to end up spilled in the carpet, anyway.)