I’ll just come right out and say it: grocery shopping for my family is one of the most dreaded parts of my week. It doesn’t matter how much of a plan I have, how specific my grocery list is, or how little time I have — grocery shopping is a CHORE.
Places like Walmart THRIVE on people like me — ADHD struck women who succumb to sensory overload and “unbeatable” prices on things that no one needs. It’s a perfectly executed trap, and I’m guilty of falling into it on a weekly basis.
My husband knows that if I’m going to the grocery store, he can count on not seeing me for several hours.
HOURS you guys! Who has time for that?! Not I, but somehow every week, here we are again.
For several months my best friend and my mom have been telling me about Walmart Grocery Pickup. They both rave about how easy it is, how much time it saves them and how much they love everything about it. But I just have not been sold.
Sure, it sounds great. But we live in this microwave society where convenience is King, and something about having another person do my grocery shopping just makes me feel apathetic. After all, how difficult is it to walk up and down some aisles? But if there’s anyone who can attest to such a “simple task” being incredibly difficult, it’s me.
So I finally tried Walmart Pickup, mamas. And I’m not one to be melodramatic, but it has changed my life forever.
