For whatever reason, my anxiety goes through the roof when I enter the grocery store. I don’t want to be there too long, I don’t want to buy too much, I worry about the total of what is already in the cart. I don’t want to decide what to have for dinners that week, I cannot think what I want to take to work for lunch (though we all know I don’t eat anything I bring anyway) and I just want to get out of there. I am not aware of any event that would have caused such PTSD, I haven’t always been like this and I am not sure what to do.
So…in the meantime; I am not going to go. Yep! That’s right; I am no longer going to grocery shop! Hubz has no problem taking care of it. He has a flexible schedule and all the patience in the world. You know what else he enjoys? Cooking! So I don’t have to do that either 🙂 All I have to do is clean up.
I know. Sounds odd to volunteer to do the dishes. But I assure you, I am getting the better end of this deal.
On a typical night I come home after work , kiss Hubz and go change into comfy clothes. There is already a plan and timeline for dinner so I get the first part of the evening to sit at my desk handle some busines and maybe bang out a post or two. When it is time to eat, we dish it up and assume our respective places on the couch and Hubz starts the Hulu Que. Sometimes there is wine, sometimes there is a movie and sometimes we’re not even watching the TV…if you know what I mean 😉
All I have to do is a bit of dishes the next morning while I listen to the news and wait for my coffee to get to consumable temperature.