Getting the house in shape, putting hooks where they are needed (when in doubt, install a hook!), hauling rocks to go over the mud so the dog won't dig under the fence, organizing cupboards...
All these things require a trip to Home Depot.
On our 156th trip (Ok, I exaggerate. It was only 152.), we are leaving the store and kiddo says to me, "Mom, this would be the perfect place to be in case of a Zombie Apocalypse."
Now why didn't I think of that?