Thursday night. Feeding time at the zoo.

It’s Thursday night.
A hugely anticipated night in our house.
At about 9pm the excitement peaks.
Just before my husband arrives in with the shopping.

I always know it’s a Thursday because of the many presses left open throughout the day.
This happens as a result of my children looking for non existent food.photo credit: <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/41188800@N00/491032152/">JIGGS IMAGES</a> via <a href="http://photopin.com">photopin</a> <a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.0/">cc</a>
They go from press to press looking for all the “nice” things.
All the non healthy food that arrived the previous Thursday,
only to be a distant memory by Tuesday.
Wednesday is spent in denial of their loss,
and then we come to panic and “hunger” on Thursday.

I know some of you are remarking at my husband doing the shopping.
Well I’ll let you in on my secret.
When I was six months pregnant on my third child,
seventeen years ago, I got sciatica.
Shopping was impossible, so I asked my husband would he do it.
And he has never stopped, although I assure you I did give birth,
and the sciatica is but a distant memory!

Anyway, back to Thursday.
When they hear their Dad’s car in the drive it is like going back in time.
Back to when they were all little, and used to wait at the gate for him.
A shout goes out, “Dads home”.
Each begins to focus on what they are waiting for.
“I hope he got nice ice cream”.
“He better have remembered we don’t like those red cereal bars”.
“I forgot to remind him to get conditioner”.

As he arrives in the door though, no one moves.
I usually have to remind them to help bring in the shopping.
With moans and groans they do.
However they have no problem unpacking it.

As each bag is unpacked it is like Christmas day.photo credit: <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24218656@N03/4597718642/">Hotcouponworld.com</a> via <a href="http://photopin.com">photopin</a> <a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0/">cc</a>
Exclamations of “Yes!” and cries of woe “Ah Dad, we don’t like these bars”.
Eventually everything is discussed, remarked on and put away.

As the last bag is crumpled up and packed away,
they chorus, “Thanks Dad”.
Then leave en masse and head to the sitting room.

Within minutes, one by one they filter back in.
Presses are opened and slowly but surely the shopping that was recently unpacked,
is removed at speed.
As I watch I wonder,
“Will we even make it to Tuesday?”.

And so the week begins again.

photo credit: JIGGS IMAGES via photopin cc
photo credit: Hotcouponworld.com via photopin cc

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26 thoughts on “Thursday night. Feeding time at the zoo.

  1. AH! Great memories! My husband now does the shopping because I don’t like it. Though I think when I retire I will like it. But having to make time for it now makes me not like it. 🙂

  2. OOOhhh this triggered a blog idea. Thanks for posting. My husband does the shopping too, but he does it on a daily basis. I have been so blessed, he also does almost all of the cooking too.

  3. God bless your husband! I can write down five items, explain each one to my husband and show him pictures of the product and he will STILL come home with the wrong thing. He got a little better after my stroke – but not much.

    1. Yes I agree. It is the everyday normal we will remember and laugh about in the years ahead, because that’s what I look back on in my own childhood.

  4. Ha–a similar thing used to happen when I was a kid. My husband never understood, being an only child, about survival of the FASTest in a household. When my family gets together on Sundays, he cringes to see how quickly food gets gobbled up. 🙂

    1. Yes and sometimes they hide “the last of” somewhere so no one else gets it, and there’s war if someone else finds it and eats it. 🙂

  5. You made me smile – I have to fight my kids off with sticks when I bring the shopping home. Bigfoot has hollow legs and can ingurgitate huge amounts of food; sometimes he eats pizza for breakfast if I don’t get there first to fight him off the fridge.

    1. Sometimes I think they eat something, not because they want it but they don’t want to let anyone else have it. That is one of the things I’ve noticed as they got older, just how much food is consumed every day.

  6. This really reminds me of my own family. My three brothers and I would be diving into the bags before they’d make it to the kitchen. It must be lovely having four kids… Was meaning to ask you – will you be doing the series of letters again? My uncle is not well and I’d live to write a letter to him.

    1. Four kids is lovely but expensive!
      I am doing the letters each week as long as I have letters to post.
      Send in as many as you wish anytime. I will be posting them on a Sat, probably two each Sat. I have quite a number in already on so many different topics, I’d love to post it for you.

  7. We would like more kids but things are tight with two. I might write the letter next week. My uncle is dying and we don’t know how long he has left. It’s so sad. He’s 75 and is surrounded by people who love him very much. I’ll tell you all about it in the letter. The letters are a fantastic idea. Thanks Tric.

  8. Why is it such a big deal to bring the groceries in and put them away. I remember whining about it as a kid…..and even now as an adult! I still feel that my kids complain 10 times worse…if thats possible. Well I hope they got what they wanted for at least the next few days!! 🙂

  9. When I visit my daughter the first thing we do is shop at Tesco (love that store). Her Hubby brings in the ton of groceries we (i) bought and chaos begins. It won’t all fit. Good times!

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