I have spent my fair share of time at Home Depot over the past week. I honestly LOVE Home Depot. There is just something about all of the amazing things you could do to your home, all under one roof, that makes me so happy.
Before we head to Home Depot, we always do a bit of prep-work. We measure stuff. We think about what we need. We write it down. We check our list twice. Write a few more things down. I get in the car. Kip runs out to tell me one more thing to get. Then off to the store I go.
Once I am in Home Depot, I usually buy each thing on the list & a few extras. This past weekend, I stocked up on storage bins at $3.44 each. Yay! Occasionally, I will miss an item on the list. Missing an item on the Home Depot list is different than missing something on the grocery list. You can't substitute milk for cream in a back splash.
Upon arriving home sans that one item and the 2-3 items that were discovered to be missing from the list in the first place ¦someone has to return to Home Depot.
Despite the way I feel, I always hold my head high when I walk back in the store “ seeing all of the same greeters and cashiers that I left just 10 minutes ago. They recognize me. I know they do, but maybe they are accustomed to this behavior ¦ The stupid DIY ™r forgot something ¦and again ¦and again ¦
As I check out again and walk toward the giant doors again, I catch a glimpse of something that makes me feel so much better. I see the exact same couple coming in the doors that were coming in when I left the first time.
I am not alone. No, I am not alone.