Some time ago, maybe a month ago, my mother and I had another shouting match over the grocery bill. From that time on, I made it clear and known that I was NOT going to do the grocery for the household anymore. I made sure I had witnesses (her yaya and the cook) and I made sure everyone else heard it. Don’t get me wrong, I am more than willing and very happy to do the grocery for the household. BUT I do not want to be shouted at and accused of buying unnecessary items which will be used or consumed in the long run anyway. I will shout back and stand my ground no doubt, especially when I know I did not do anything wrong. I was simply following the list that the cook gave me. In fact, I even brought the cook because she knows more of what is really needed. I do my own groceries at my own time which I stash in my room and keep perishable items in the kitchen ref. I label some things if need be. I admit I did buy sachets of a new brand instant coffee for myself and a big bottle of cologne for my son. The rest was on the two column intermediate pad paper that the cook wrote. It’s NOT my fault if my mother did not look at the list again. It’s not my fault if the cook and yaya added more and more items. I was really there just to bring the cook and pay. I was doing my mother a favor. But shout at me I will shout back. The Libra-Scorpio-Dragon in me has never been so alive. Haha.
So, my mother has been on her annual European vacation with her best friend. Meaning, no groceries and meats, chicken, fish etc are from her last grocery run before she left. The only I will buy for the household is bread (2 loaves, 2 packs of pandesal, 1 loaf with the household help) and eggs. I give the itemized receipts to her yaya for her to keep and show so that I will NOT be accused and shouted at again.
My son and I are the easiest to please when it comes to food. We don’t need the whole food chart in one meal. I have trained my son to eat what’s on the table. Don’t like the food? Don’t eat. Simple. I thank the heavens that my son was never a picky eater. He will eat and try anything. It’s just important to rotate the variants so that he does not get “sawa”. I usually eat alone during lunch and just eat what the household helpers have prepared for themselves. Usually 100% healthier than what I was going to be served. Mostly fish & chicken cooked steamed or boiled with lots of veggies.
Yesterday, there was absolutely no food for dinner. A quick run to grocery after football and horses, picked up a pack of linguine, a can of anchovies, a tub of cream. I knew that I still had a pack of fresh sliced mushrooms, some bacon, and asked the cook to prepare slivers of garlic. Viola…Dinner topped with fresh lemon zest. Simple. Quick. Fast. Satisfying and filling as my son had two huge servings and said that he couldn’t breathe. Hahaha. Happy tums.
Life is already complicated as it is. Why add to the stress? Inevitable at times, but there is always a less complex way to go about it. Problem is, there are just difficult people to deal with or more of live with. I know I’m right. Don’t worry, I’m not referring to my mother. Mothers are mothers that’s just the way it is. Haha.