Winter. The bundling. The exact place to press with all of your might against your toddler’s squished layers to buckle their car seat, as the snot drips from your nose, convincing them that their mommy completely is sane and doing it all for their protection.
Wal-Mart trips. Contemplating. Wishing that last night you hadn’t used the very last of the pancake mix, leaving the cupboards echoing as you glance in them just one more time. The roll of the tummy rolls gives you determination to do it. To go, wait in line for the best parking spot. Walk past the red box and wonder if there is anything new in it.. yet knowing you are not coming back tomorrow to return it.. then venturing in for the cart full that will empty the checking account. After a quick glance though the rest of stuff mart, especially the clearance section, the kids beg for treats while you reward your purse with a butterfinger, hoping it will share with you later when it’s calm.. or on the ride home. Two hours later, the trip returns the fridge to what it was created for and dinner as well with ingredients purposed by God to be together.
Routines. We all have them. They just might look a little different.. It was grocery day yesterday. Determining who is in on the adventure. Walking a block and a half past Lady, Batman, Meanmomma, Pedro, Sam, Butch, Mac, and Mac didn’t let us forget about her beautiful new addition.. Four bright shining puppies. We walked a little quicker only to arrive.
At the route. There are certain roads that taxis and maxis run. We are thankful to live rather close to one. Waiting is an adventure in itself. There are three options. P cars… P is Private and thus not registered, H is Hired.. or more legit. Most of the time we grab a little green stripped van called a maxi. For $.50 US or 6tt you have a little package of entertainment, community, adventure, and transportation. And best yet, they have arrival buttons which are as much fun to push as elevator buttons.
Food. Yesterday we hit the market first, filled up our bags with bode, okra, potatoes, and cucumbers. Grocery options. The store with the more traditional Trini foods or the more “foreign foods.” You can guess which store uses more tt dollars… but it all comes down to horn creme rolls. I am in love. Coke and horn creme rolls for lunch, you have made me feel very much at home.
Don’t let the sugar rush fool you, the adventure isn’t over. How can we pack as many groceries as creatively as one can?? Picking up our market bags we had to drop off when we entered the store from Noahs’ friend who is convinced he is the best helper ever. (he is.) Cutting through the hardware store, eyeing the perfume store, past the truck filled with coconuts. Have you ever had coconut water? Try washing the oysters and conchs down with it.. or better yet just stick with a snow cone from Mr. T.. (highly recommended route)
Stop to say hello to the flower lady, which it just occurred to me that I don’t know her name… but she is lovely. Bringing you back once again to the route. Out goes your finger and we are back in business, only with groceries on your lap 🙂 In Noah’s case yesterday.. chicken. Mean mommy. Driving past the man with blue legs and a construction hat and then it’s over the hills and through Petrotrin. And we are home. Well, almost. A screeching halt leaves us at the side of the road, in a perfect place to search for caimans and lizards on the way home.
And we have groceries. Two hours later, our fridge is stocked and dinner is on, roti, potatoes, and stewed chicken. Minus the car seats, snow, and with a side of creme horns…