Suckage. Mine, that is.

Last night, after dropping Burger off at gymnastics practice, Zippy and I made a grocery store run because we had ZERO food in the house. Condiments galore, but nothing to actually eat (well, you could fill up on olives, but oddly, the rest of the family won't. I would if it meant I could avoid shopping for another day). No meat. No veggies (I lie. There were jalepeno, habenero, and solano peppers. Hubby makes salsa, and it rocks, but salsa, alas, is also not something the family is willing to eat for dinner. They're so selfish.)

The hardest part of grocery shopping with the Zipster is getting her into the little seat in the shopping cart. She does not like it, and wants to be sure that I understand this. Her preferred method of letting me know this is to make her body go limp like a dead fish, which makes her extremely hard to pick up, much less contort her body into the little seat. This wasn't a problem for her until recently, and I'm peeved that I have to deal with it.

The problem is that Grandma is nice. Grandma rocks. Grandma could walk on water. Really. Because Grandma lets Zippy push the cart. Grandma does not make Zip suffer the indignity of riding in the cart like a baby. Oh no, Grandma is great. Mommy sucks.

The good news is that I'm still bigger than Zip, and that she actually listened when I told her that Grandmas and Mommies have different rules. We'll see how long that lasts.

No more shopping with Grandma. At least not until the next time the Zipster is driving me up a wall. ;)