The title of this post is an atrocious pun. I am sorry.
A couple of weeks ago I went to Connecticut and visited Jen, who came along with me to Target “just to get dog food”.
You know how going into Target for “just one thing” goes, right? Right.
Except instead of winding up with frivolous things, I realized I actually was out of a lot of things that I need to be a productive member of society. Plus I was already there, and I was in Connecticut so the sales tax would be less, and the responsible thing would be to just buck up and go shopping. I sighed realizing this, and lowered my face into my hands, because the thought of dragging my body around the store made me want to lay down on the linoleum in a ball.
Jen snapped into can-do mode, stuck her 10 month old in the shopping cart, and guided me through the aisles while I dazedly pointed out things I needed, like soap, toothpaste and contact solution. (I had resorted to body lotion to “do” my hair, and there was dish soap in my shower. “Functioning adult” is not my strong suit these days.)
Now if you have dinner with me, you have her to thank for me not smelling bad, because guess who has new deodorant? This girl.