I guess since last week it's now my job to take my parents grocery shopping. Just got home a little bit ago and am trying to decompress. I want to cry in the worst way, but I will just tough it out. It's fucking killing me to see my parents aging. It's so hard for them to get in and out of the car for one. I take them in our Durango so it helps a little because it's not low to the ground. It works better with my Dad anyhow because he is taller. LOL
They walk so slow, and my Mom brings a cane but my Dad ended up using it today. It's SO HARD to slow down to their pace when I just want to grab the shit and run! It's a good lesson in patience anyhow, and therefore some mindfulness. Actually I should use more mindfulness because while they are poking along my brain is already trying to be through the cash register and I get more stressed.
There are really funny times though, like my Mom put something in the cart and my Dad told her it was illegal because it wasn't on the list! Then he comes along with a can of clam chowder and puts it in the cart and I said, HEY! That's illegal clam chowder, it's not on the list! He replies with, "Well, we are both allowed like 2 items that aren't on the list." HAHAHAHA! They have all their coupons in old envelopes and I was complaining that they needed one of those coupon organizers. My Dad says, "That's why we bring you along, to organize them for us." HAH! He kills me!
I am glad that I can help them, don't get me wrong. It's just sad to see how things have become. I remember having to go shopping every Saturday with my brother and sister and Mom at A&P and we used to try to sneak things in the cart. We got away with some things, but not all of them! I think I have always hated grocery shopping, so that doesn't help either. The worst thing really though is having to bring all the stuff in the house and put it away.
For now, I will just keep being thankful that I can help them.
