We just left the Superstore, sometimes called the stuporstore in our family. Craig kissed me as we left, so all ended well to our grocery date night with the self-invited, aisle dancing, skipping, LOUD child in tow. I left laughing, and Craig asked why. I pointed out that after twenty years, we’ve grown in how we treat one another, but that our core Superstore issues remain.tHe wanted a bit more, so I reminded him after our first joint trip to the Superstore we were both almost in tears. It was abundantly apparent that grocery shopping in Canada needed to be a separate affair. Now we can go together, but still Craig wants a quiet, focused, only get it if its on the list outing. I can so get the job done, but we’re on holiday, so I can also discuss, “Hey do you want to try . . . ” or “Do you remember when we cooked chili with Indian chili instead of Mexican chili . . . ” Let’s have fun.
I left laughing because we’re still the same people, and I probably had too much Mary Poppins as a child. You know, “a spoon full of sugar . . . ” Craig believes my laughter is a release for the Superstore induced stress.
I like going places with him!