So I just went shopping for Shabbos.
I decided to play a game with my mother. I told her what I was making for Shabbat (which recipes, etc) and then went out to go buy everything.
Chana: Okay, so I just got everything except I need 15 more onions...how much do you think it came to?
Mother: *says an amount*
Chana: HOLY CRAP.
Mother: (sweetly) Yes?
Chana: It was that amount plus two dollars. Holy crap. How did you guess that amount?
Mother: I've been doing this for years, Chanaleh.
To go shopping for Shabbat in the Heights entails: Walking down a hill with Wilma, our granny cart, filling that cart up to the point that the lady in the store asks if I want a delivery, walking to 181st so I don't have to walk up the hill again, and then walking to my apartment. Enter through service entrance and put everything away.
Someone needs to teach me how to drive.
In other news, today is my glorious Mother's birthday. As many of you know, I have been living in my mother's shadow since the day I was born and will happily continue to do so till the day I die- the woman is incredible. I never before appreciated how much she does on absolutely no time. I mean, just shopping and cooking for Shabbat. Now I know what that's like and let me tell you...the lady does it when she's got four kids, a job, and a house to maintain. (And she never cooks just for four kids, for the record. We've always got enough for about 20 people at the table.) That's aside from everything else she does on the side (let's just say: A LOT.) That's pretty damn impressive. So happy birthday, glorious mother! Let's hope one day I am a shadow of a shadow of what you are.