Anyone that has been reading my stuff for very long has most assuredly seen me ranting about The Wifely Unit and my inability to convince her to get with the program when it comes to even the slightest bit of preparedness.
At least once, if not multiple times.
It has driven me nuts ever since we got married that she will only go shopping for a weeks worth of groceries at a time.
Not only that, she crawls up my ass whenever I try to start stacking stuff up for emergencies or even when I find something we do buy constantly on sale and try to stock some extra.
Well there may just be a sliver of a silver lining in the current craziness revolving around this Kung Flu Pandemic after all.
I was actually hoping there would be in this regard.
Our oldest son, who is autistic, has a very part time job. A couple of hours, one day a week , dumping trash cans or something in an office building.
The Wifely Unit drops him off and then runs and does her shopping for the week while she doesn’t have to keep an eye on him.
That went out the window, at least temporarily, with this Corona Virus bullshit.
So she didn’t get to the store last Tuesday.
Which means by Friday, today, the fridge and cupboards were very noticeably getting much larger as there wasn’t much in them.
Couple that with the non stop fear mongering by the motherfuckers in the Media and the toilet paper hoarding that she is exposed to constantly and then multiply it several times by me riding her ass and I think the little light finally flickered on.
She has been putting off going to the store all week.
I know damn good and well that the fear mongering has been working on her so she has been using the excuse of not wanting to take the boy with her all week.
I am off work on Friday so she made plans to go today while I was available to stay home and watch him.
I told her to shop for two weeks at a bare minimum and she readily agreed that it would be prudent to do so.
She went all out.
The trunk of her little car was full, the back seat was full and the passenger seat was full.
She complained loudly at what it all cost too.
Way, way, more than she has ever bought at one time in the eight years we have been together.
She even bought stuff to put in the new freezer.
Oh she didn’t like it by any stretch of the imagination and I most certainly heard about it.
But she did it.
I told her I was very proud of her and I am.
The real shocker came after she got about half way done putting it all away.
She realized that she had forgotten some things and needed to go back!
I told her she was going to have to wait because she has been gone for hours and now I needed to run out and get a few things, she could go back after I got home.
While I was out, I stopped at a local butcher and grabbed a couple things to throw in that freezer also. Not a whole lot but some.
She just got back from another run at Wally World for the things she forgot the first time and the trunk was full again. She even scored on a big bottle of hand sanitizer. They are still getting hammered on the toilet paper up there and were out again though.
So we should be good for a couple of weeks, minimum.
It’s a start and I’ll take that.
Asswipe we still have and will be a score as one can in the mean time thing.
I do have a few long term items stashed away, nothing even close to what I used to have but at least the vulnerabilities of the Just In Time food distribution system have finally been laid bare for her to see first hand. Maybe now there won’t be quite so much resistance to having an emergency food stash or having more than just one of everything like there has been in the past.
She is still putting things away as I type.
I am hoping against hope that this isn’t a one time thing in the sense that reality may have finally penetrated her thick skull.
She comes from Norwegian stock and their stubbornness is legendary world wide for good reason.
At least temporarily, the normalcy bias finally got a swift kick in the ass though.
Either way, now that I know she is capable, the leveraging will begin anew.