Anyone who knows me will hear me complain on a regular basis about the daunting and unending job of grocery shopping. UGH! It is the one thing that makes me wish I could duplicate myself and send my clone out on my behalf. But it’s also one of the few things I can’t successfully delegate, and that’s saying a lot because I’m a master delegator when it comes to most things!
Grocery shopping, however, is a delicate matter. Anytime I send the hubby, we end up with a mountain of junk food, and if I send a kid, they either come home with the wrong things or I end up fielding a dozen phone calls.
But a few weeks ago something happened that made me appreciate the whole grocery process just a little more.
I was in the grocery store with my huge (and dreaded) list of shopping items when a woman approached me and asked, “Does that really help?”
At first, I wasn’t sure what she meant. “My shopping list?” I asked her.
“Yes. Does it really help to write it all down like that?”