We are all different in what motivates us. My boyfriend needs the stimulus of a rapidly approaching limit to get moving, whereas I find I don't work so well with an impending deadline, the panic clouds my thinking.
He currently gets a student discount on groceries (something I'm disproportionately joyous about) so at the moment is the main hunter gatherer in terms of shopping. With just a few sheets left on the last toilet roll, he says he is more likely to get it today now it's code red.
I'm much more like my dad, prone to stock piling in case of being snowed in. Whilst there is every likelihood that my dad will be snowed in this winter, I have to remind myself that it is extremely unlikely here. I much prefer full cupboards tho, that reassurance that even if I was ill, my kids could just rustle something up. Which is silly cos my kids could just as easily nip to the shop and then make something.
To be fair the reason my boyfriend didn't get it yesterday was the essay he is writing that's due in. I'd be struggling to write it with such an immediate time limit and would have finished it last week, but that's not how he, or many others, work.
I'm reminded of the biblical instruction to not store up things. And I'm aware anything I gather could be lost in a fire. Living day to day suits some people. But I still would rather have a good supply of tins in. Just in case.
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