Welcome to a Secret Subject Swap. This week 13 brave bloggers picked a secret subject for someone else and were assigned a secret subject to interpret in their own style. Today we are all simultaneously divulging our topics and submitting our posts.
My “Secret Subject” is:
It’s Friday night, no expectations or anyone to take care of, and extra $500. What do you do?
It was submitted by: http://dinoheromommy.com/
A Friday night with no one to take care of? Absolutely unheard of in my household so I thought this would be such an easy post for me…until I sat down to write it. Friday nights are always a study in complete and utter chaos in our house. Of course, we have mom which is no surprise to anyone who knows me, but Friday nights are also our twin nights.
We get the dynamic duo around three o’clock and have them until Saturday morning. I enjoy my Friday nights so much that I can’t really imagine giving them up. We usually have either pizza or KFC (who can cook with two toddlers running around), then it’s outside to run off some terrible two energy before heading upstairs for a giant bubble bath. Then it’s a little family-friendly TV, a little more play time, and a story or three before bedtime.
Honestly look at those faces! Can you get much better than that?
if I had an extra $500 and no one to take care of I would have a nice, leisurely dinner with my soul mate, best friend, and co-caregiver husband because he’s the one I want to spend ALL of my time with even after all of these years. The next thing I would do would probably come as a great shock to you!
I would go grocery shopping!
There are two reasons why I would choose grocery shopping:
First, if you’ve never gone to the grocery store with someone who has Alzheimer’s let me tell you it is a slow, frustrating experience. She gets agitated and flustered very easily and while I’d love nothing better than to fill our cabinets with blueberry pop tarts there are times when meat and vegetables are needed just as much.
Then there is the checkout line where she starts wringing her hands worried about how much a cart full of groceries will cost even though it’s my debit card that gets run through. I think it goes back to the days when she was feeding a hungry husband and five growing kids on a very tight budget.
As kids, we used to joke because we could all get mom’s groceries with our eyes closed because she bought the exact same thing week after week. We had hamburgers and FF at least three times a week, then there was fish night, chicken in some form or another (usually chix and dumplings, or her version of it anyway), a frozen pizza on Fridays and dinner out on Sundays. The exact same menu week in and week out. My mother was never known for her cooking prowess. She cooked because she had to and that’s it. There was never any enjoyment for her.
The second reason that I would go grocery shopping is more of a mental comfort to me.
Many of you know my story, about how we moved from KY to SC for a job and health insurance, but what I don’t often talk about is exactly how bad it had gotten before we left for our new life. My husband was working, he could never not work, it’s just who he is. He had gotten a job with a temp service after losing the job he had had for many, many years. I was sick and also out of work due to my accident and undiagnosed Felty’s syndrome at this time.
He was driving 48 miles each way to work the night shift at a company that paid him a whopping $9.00 an hour. It was a devastating blow to his ego and his sense of self-worth, but it was an even worse blow to our finances. We were barely managing to keep our bills paid and there was never anything left over for “extras” like food.
Things were tough and we would get through them. We were just grateful that we no longer had kids living at home that we had to worry about. We would pay the bills and inevitably we would be left with $5 to $10 to get groceries for a week. That’s not a lot, actually, it’s nothing.
On weeks one & three when we had $5 we would buy a bag of potatoes and each day we would eat one baked potato a day. On weeks two and four we had $10 and therefore could splurge. We would buy a gallon of milk and a box of cereal and we would eat a bowl of cereal a day. We lived this way for months, both of us always feeling hungry, sad, and depressed.
We only began eating regular meals when I was admitted into the hospital for a month and a half. That was the hardest time in all of our married lives, but we survived and we grew stronger because of it mostly. I still have this deep-rooted fear of going hungry and of being homeless if the truth be told. Going hungry is the worst, though, so yes I would spend $250 stocking up my cabinets and pantry and the other half would go into savings so that I never have to worry about it again.
This is so not where I intended to go with this prompt, but some things in life leave scars that may never go away. Learning to accept and live with those scars is simply a matter of surviving.
Here are links to all the sites now featuring Secret Subject Swap posts. Sit back, grab a cup, and check them all out. See you there:
Baking In A Tornado http://www.BakingInATornado.com
Not That Sarah Michelle http://notthatsarahmichelle.blogspot.com
The Bergham Chronicles http://berghamchronicles.blogspot.com
Spatulas on Parade http://spatulasonparade.blogspot.com
The Lieber Family Blog http://thelieberfamily.com
Dinosaur Superhero Mommy http://dinoheromommy.com/
Never Ever Give Up Hope http://batteredhope.blogspot.com
Simply Shannon http://mybrainonkids.net
A Little Piece of Peace http://little-piece-of-peace.blogspot.com
Confessions of a part time working mom http://thethreegerbers.blogspot.ch/
The Angrivated Mom Blog http://www.angrivatedmom.wordpress.com/