Last week I ventured out to do the weekly grocery shopping…my most loathed chore of all. It was dire straits in the household as there was no milk, which meant there was no cuppa and therefore, a non-functioning mummy. I had to get out and do it. There was no way out.
This was the second attempt to complete the groceries with baby. Yes, in six whole months I had only taken Milla one other time.
The first grocery adventure was so disastrous that I hadn’t had the nerve to try again until now. It was during the time when Milla’s reflux was so bad that crying was the only thing she did. And she did this down aisle 1-13, through the check out, and whilst mummy was trying to find her purse – the one that she had left on the bench at home! Meanwhile, everyone was staring and surely thinking, “Gosh, what a bad mother!” Or worse.
Driving to the shops I actually felt nervous and sick in my stomach. I checked 5 times that I had my purse and I made sure Milla was well fed, clean and in a good mood.
I think my shopping was done in world record time. We flew down the aisles and I grabbed at things and threw them in the trolley, even if they weren’t on the list.
The whole time, Milla lay in the well covered trolley seat with a huge smile on her face, giggling at everyone we zoomed past. And, whilst checking out the overpriced broccoli, she even helped herself to a snowpea and munched quite happily (until I realised and freaked out).
When we got home I emailed my husband to announce that I had overcome my fear. I put Milla to bed and put the kettle on ready to have a celebratory cuppa and discovered that of all the many things I threw into the trolley, milk was not one of them.

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