Good morning, blog readers! I apologize for my absence in blogging. I had intended to post every Friday, but it seems life has gotten in the way.
I had come up with a list of blog topics that interested me, and I thought I could write about, but each time I sat down to write I found my mind blank. Then I thought that I could write about my life as a stay-at-home-mom of four or an author, etc. but parent blogs are everywhere and life with four children is pretty stereotypical (though amusing, fun, warm, and fuzzy in its own right). In addition to that, my life as an author is exciting to me, but me telling you about how I stare at a computer screen for the majority of my day probably wouldn’t interest you. I could easily tell you about my hobbies (tea-drinking and crocheting), but I would assume that photos of my tea cupboard and our many blankets would be a bore. Instead, I thought I’d tell you about how I thought about all of this and decided against them.
One thing out of the ordinary did happen to me, however, and I felt the need to share.
How in the world did I not know that this existed?! Why–oh why?!–have I been doing my grocery shopping with Hubby and our four kids every week? I’ve been dealing with the tantrums, the incessant: “Mommy, can we buy these gummies?” “Mommy, can we get cookies?” “Mommy, he’s hogging the leg hole!” “Are we done yet?”, and the fact that we always forget to buy something because we’re trying to rush the kids out of the store. I love my children with all my heart, but grocery shopping with them is an absolute nightmare.
Last week we were driving to our weekly dinner at my in-laws’ place, when I saw it. A grocery delivery truck driving through a residential area. My eyes popped and my heart rate picked up. GROCERY DELIVERY. That night when we got home, I sat at my computer and learned that this was, indeed, a thing. Plus (seriously, I can’t believe this!) it would only cost us $5 for delivery. FIVE DOLLARS for someone to do our grocery shopping for us and deliver it to our house!
I was certain that this was too good to be true, but I had to be sure. Last week I made my first *test* order and had it delivered on Friday afternoon (“between 4 and 5”). They were two minutes early. Yes, early. Could this get any better? The delivery man had a smile on his face, asked for my signature, and helped me with the bags. I was–am–floored.
Needless to say, I never intend to go grocery shopping with four children (aged 6 and under) again. In fact, I just finished placing another order to be delivered tomorrow. This unquestionably changed my life.
Thank you so much for reading! Happy Friday!