Lately it seems as if I cannot keep the kitchen stocked, either the bread is moldy after 2 days, the tomatoes are rancid because I’ve forgotten I bought them, or we’re out of milk because my ability to consume liquids is matched only by giraffes and their 10 gallon a day chugability. After a not incredibly relaxing or pampered Mother’s Day* we stopped at the grocery store. Briar was asleep and Sean was only too happy to stay in the car, thereby avoiding what is my preternatural ability to attract the slow-moving aisle blockers, coupon clipping, price debaters and startlingly chatty checkers. I unbuckled Avery and plunked her on my hip as Sean leaned back for what looked like it would be a nice…