Tip 166: Husband doing grocery shopping with a list

Grocery shopping for your wife can be humourous. That's because you need to remember that you are shopping for your wife and not for yourself. When I thought I wanted to have some hamburgers or sausages for dinner, my wife said, "why did you buy them? I am not going to cook them". She literally did not cook for 1 evening, with the excuse that I irritated her by filling the fridge up with things she would not like to eat. You just got to look at it as humorous, instead of concentrating on the evening without a good cooked dinner. Thankfully, she has grown and evolved from those encounters, and has since cooked (on only a few occasions) the hamburgers and sausages that I bought.












I too have evolved and now avoid looking out for bargains for food from China at low bargain supermarkets that my wife detest. I am learning to follow her instructions to read the labels to only get low pasteurized milk instead of just any milk that has a nice carton with a good price tag. Once, I would buy a packet of white rice, thinking it would be a welcomed change for once to our routine brown rice, and then again no cooked dinner for the day.












Furthermore, my wife prefers organic vegetables if there is an option. In some cities like London, those vegetables are labelled clearly. Other cities, they are not and my wife would be suspicious if I would not succumb to the urge of getting good looking vegetables at lower prices. So she would go on a rage when I do buy vegetables home, especially when her day has not been smooth sailing.












Yeap, I am not such a perfect daddy after all. Other daddies would not make so many mistakes or make so many rebellious shopping decisions. Other daddies also has a better hand at cooking their own dinners. Though, I am quite a contented daddy as I have done without oily, well seasoned, tantalizing spicy yummy food for a long while, and sticked to a diet of healthy eating. The Japanese have this phrase "Shouganai" (What to do/There is no point of talking about it anymore).












You could talk about it if seen as humor. So anymore humorous stories to share, daddies? or mummies?












(Photos show my final random photos of London: by the river Thames, at the Tower of London, street performer by the London Eye, the red Holborn Bars, headquarters of Prudential Assurance . After a long day, Haruka collapses on my lap).