It is a strange feeling going to the grocery store alone.
Before we had Wyatt I always forced Caleb to come grocery shopping with me, and he hated every minute of it. I sort of love grocery shopping, and always wanted to turn it into a fun activity. Joking about odd products, racing each other down the isles, riding on the cart...
Despite my best efforts, he still hated it. And when I got pregnant and we talked about the fact that I would be staying home with the baby and what that all entailed, Caleb confessed that one of the biggest things he was looking forward to, or at least, one of the perks, was going to be the fact that he would for the most part, no longer be required to go grocery shopping.
These days I put Wyatt in the sling, forward facing, and march down the isles. I talk to him, tell him what we're looking at, ask him if he thinks this artichoke looks good, or whether that bunch of banana's will hold their green the longest. He appears equally enthralled with it, and I have a little buddy to keep me company.
Every once in a while though, like tonight, I go alone, after he's asleep. I wander the isles, slightly bored, suppressing the urge to call someone just for the sake of talking. And while this is different, I also notice something else.
When I have Wyatt with me, almost everyone I see talks to him, coos at him, asks me questions, tells me about their kid/ grand kid / friend's daughter's grand kid. A few clever people ask me, "what isle did you find HIM in?!" Many give me the age-old wisdom to enjoy it while he's young, because before I know it, he'll be old and (insert older children behavior here).
When I go grocery shopping alone, no one talks to me.
And I kind of miss it.