by Dawn Clear

Created on: July 19, 2009

Grocery shopping at my home comes around every Monday. I dread Mondays. I have never liked grocery shopping. As a matter of fact, I do not like shopping at all, let alone grocery shopping. To me, it seems like such a waste of time to go to the store, spend all my precious time buying all of this food, pack it in my car, haul it home, unpack it to just turn around again in a weeks time and do it all over again.

I am the mother of eight children. I have dream of having the same powers of Jeannie from I Dream of Jeannie were I could cross my arms, blink my eyes and with a nod of my head; my panty and refrigerator would magically be filled every week. You can just imagine what our grocery bill is like with this many starving children to feed.

My husband and I did not always have eight children. At one time in our young, innocent and partially sane life, we had only three kiddos. Yes, I do know what causes that. In our case, the phone rings. We decided that we wanted to get our foster license and adopt one child. Ten years and five girls later, we closed our license.

Going to town even when I had just the three children was an ordeal. I would push around a basket in the supermarket that was cleverly disguised as a sports car to keep my children entertained while I did my shopping. One boy would make honking noises while the other would make the car sounds. Screeching around each corner as we turned from aisle to aisle. The baby would sit quietly while drooling on her snack then grab at my shirt to wipe it on me so that it would look as if I had just wiped it on myself.

Shopping with children is always more expensive because they will spot the product that they noticed on television. I had the cereal aisle memorized. I would make sure the lane was clear before distract them and then sprinting down the aisle. At the end I would make my basket do my own screeching noises. Have you ever tried turning one of those baskets? They are like the limo of shopping carts. They do not turn well.

Shopping is a whole different experience now days. All off our children range from thirteen to twenty-two. We only have six left still living at home. We are dwindling down the household. However, the food bill has stayed the same. Whoever said girls eat less then boys did not live with our six girls. One of our girls can eat her weight in pancakes alone.

When our household grew to a family of ten, the ones that benefited were the grocery store! We go to the store weekly to do our

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