I need to share my joy with you lot....
After nearly a year of doing our weekly shop online and having it delivered, I had a mini meltdown yesterday and declared that I was doing the weekly shop (2 adults, 3 kids) at.....wait for it....M&S. It's our closest store but obvs I have only ever driven past it because we ain't rich. We are more of an Asda Smart Price kinda budget.
Husband looked like he might say something (something eminently sensible to be fair.....something like "Are you fucking kidding me....we can't afford that" etc) but then I gave him THE LOOK. You know the one....the one that you can give after knowing someone for over 20 years....the look that says " You do NOT want to pick this fight." I have not socialised in I don't know how long. I am Mary Poppins to our kids and an unpaid Homeschooling guru. All I do is cook, clean, homeschool and walk the dog. For months. I need this.
So I drive the 2 mins to M&S like I'm in my way to fucking Heathrow to embark on a 5* break to Dubai. I am high on life
I spent over twice our normal weekly budget....a blistering £197 in total. But do you know what I handed over my debit card like a bad ass mother-fucker like YEAH BABY...
Husband looked quite tearful when I gleefully showed him the receipt- it was like the opposite of one of those TV shows where they show you how much you can save by swapping to Aldi. I was like "Aren't I clever...I managed to nearly spend £200 on food"
Anyway, I bought a few tins of 8% Mojito so hubby will have gotten over it when I drink them tonight and turn into a crazy drunken horny Mum, let him feel my boobs (maybe more ladies...just maybe!) and fall asleep by 8pm.
We'll be on Asda smart price for everything for the next 2 months to make up for it but I do not give one solitary shiny shit.