Surviving the Domestic Jungle

I love my husband, I really do but, whenever I go grocery shopping with him, I hate him. He is so damn neurotic about the grocery store it drives me insane. Literally. I cant even make eye contact with him I get so annoyed! He has to place everything in the basket a certain way where I am more a protect the chips, bread and eggs and then just throw the rest in kind of person. He gets so damn uptight about whether we are blocking someone in the aisle that he will make a huge scene if I take to long in someones way. Ok, not a huge scene but it feels that way to me. If I am trying to look at the crackers, go around me! I think everyone in the grocery store does their best to be courteous but I sure am not going out of my way to make anyone’s experience better. I am highly stressed when I go with three little kids and if you have to wait 5 extra seconds for me to grab what I need, then so be it. He thinks we are ruining peoples day or something! I don’t know why he worries about everyone because it is me who is constantly in trouble for being in the way. By the time we leave, we have either had a fight or I am silently stewing and angry with him. It is NOT something we should do together at all. I am just 100000 times more relaxed about the whole experience than he is. I gave up giving a crap years ago. I used to worry about the kids screaming where now I dont even hear it. Are we at a library? No, we are at a grocery store! It is not a fast food joint so slow down and take your time because you forget one thing and its back in the trenches! I like having my husband there as a set of hands to help me wrangle the kids but other than that, it is a solitary activity. As you can probably tell, my level of intensity may give you the impression we just returned from the grocery store. We did and I am never going with him again unless he is drunk or sedated and RELAXED. Too make things even more annoying, he has to place things on the conveyor belt a certain way. I would get in trouble if I tried to help so I just stopped helping. He isnt all “Sleeping With the Enemy” psycho where the cans have to face a certain way at home, but in the grocery store, he and the man from that movie are about equal in their insanity. Again, I love my husband but I love when he doesn’t come grocery shopping with me even more!