Grocery Shopping


I am plagued with this question daily.  I am also plagued with what’s for dinner but that can be a whole other blog in itself.  Today was a rather rough challenge for this topic as I have been putting off grocery shopping all week.  I loathe grocery shopping with every part of my being.  The “preparing” to go which usually consists of gathering up any coupons I can use which now that I live in such a rural area is very limited.  I used to be the coupon queen and was proud of all the savings I endured for a family of seven and still managed to feed us more then top ramen and ho ho’s.  There is also just the mental preparation of knowing I have to go out and endure the crowds of people who fill up our local Wal-Mart…I don’t particularly like Wal-Mart and pretty much avoided it all together when we lived in southern Nevada but here there are just certain items that are much cheaper at Wal-Mart…like milk, which this family of 7 easily plows through a gallon a day easily.  It’s almost 2 dollars cheaper per gallon at Wal-mart.  The one thing I DO NOT do is go anywhere near a Wal-Mart on the first of the month…no way…no how.  Not only is it horribly overcrowded but some of the “welfare” recipients shouldn’t be getting welfare at all.  Once again a whole other blog topic for me.

When I actually get to the grocery store…now mind you I am lucky in that I do not have to take my 3 toddlers grocery shopping with me.  I tried that once and let me just tell you I needed a xanax and a shot of whiskey by the time we got home.  I either plan it while my husband is off work or I go once the teenagers are home from school.  I count my lucky stars for that.  What I don’t understand are the ENTIRE families…mom, dad, and all the kids that make the trip to Wal-Mart.  Like it isn’t crowded enough between all the people and the stuff that Wal-Mart likes to stuff in the middle of the isles but now let’s add to it by loading up every family member and having a daily outing at good ol Wolly World…It’s not an amusement park people.


Now we get to checking out.  The check out people are always so grumpy.  I know it must suck working for a company that pretty much pisses on it’s employees, but hey that’s not my fault…take it up with the CEO.  Also you could just try being thankful that you have a job because there are so many people that do not.  And when I say hello to you saying hello back is the polite thing to say…not grunt and proceed to throw my groceries around with an attitude.  Now this attitude doesn’t apply when I shop at our local Raley’s or Khoury’s supermarket…those employees are always smiling and very helpful…hence just another reason I would avoid Wal-Mart all together if I were single.


Once done with checking out…oh and I forgot to mention that by the time I get to check out my cart is usually so full that I have stuff hanging from the sides and I am pushing it slower then the 80 year old lady next to me.  I do not understand why those carts can’t accommodate more items. Now it’s getting all the checked out items back into one cart and out to the van without losing a gallon of milk crashing to the ground and busting open.  Yes that has happened to me with both milk and soda.  And not only did the soda bust open but cans went rolling everywhere.  Talk about embarrassing and frustrating all rolled into one little bundle of “WHAT THE ACTUAL F*#K?”

So I shove everything in the back of the van and off I go on the last stretch of my grocery shopping extravaganza.  Once I get home I honk the horn and pull into the garage and wait for all my helpers to come out and start unloading the food filled bags.  Of course they all peek to see if I have bought any “good” stuff which they should just know by now that I don’t.  Well maybe on rare occasions. And rare I mean like holidays.  Then it takes all of us working in unison to get all the stuff put away.  And once again the fridge and pantries are full and it’s time for dinner….let’s order pizza.

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I am a mother of 5, a wife to 1, and a fully certified domesticated momster who likes to blog about motherhood, marriage, and anything else that pops into my crazy head all with a side of sarcasm and a glass of wine.

26 thoughts on “Grocery Shopping”

  1. HAAAAAAAAA that’s awesome. We have a daily (and I do mean EVERY day conversation. This is literally word for word:
    Kids: “what’s for dinner?”
    Me: “Food.”
    Kids: “what kind of food?”
    Me: “the kind you eat.”
    Kids: “what kind of food you eat?”
    Me: “the edible kind.”
    Kids: “Mamaaaaaaaa, seriously, what are we having for dinner?”
    Me: “Wait and see.”

    This is mostly because I haven’t thought ahead. One of these days I will finally sit down and make a weekly (or, if I get really motivated, monthly) menu. I did this when we went out of town for several days and someone stayed at our house with the kids…why I do it to make someone else’s life easier and not my own, I’ll never know… 🙂

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    1. I am the same way! There are sometimes that I go to the store the day of to get something to make! Usually because I forgot to take meat out of the freezer! But in the past if my mother or mother in law had stayed with the kids I plan out everything for them!

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    1. It took me a minute to read yours …my mini monsters are in full asshole mode today so it has taken me twice as long to do anything in the blogging world. Thanks so much for linking up with #momsterlink!


  2. LOL that’s so true – after all the work of doing a big shopping you just to order a pizza! I can just image you trying to maneuver through Walmart with a trolley over-flowing with food. My kids are the same looking for what’s “good”. #momsterlink xx

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