Let’s be real for a second—Amazon has me in a chokehold. And by chokehold, I mean I’ve hit “Buy Now” enough times to probably fund a small country. If you’re anything like me, you’ve spent hours scrolling through deals, adding things to your cart with the hope that maybe this time, your purchase won’t be a total impulse buy (spoiler: it always is). But hey, I’m not alone in this, right? It’s basically a mom’s second home.
I’ll admit it: I spend way too much time on Amazon. I’m one click away from buying things I definitely don’t need, like a $10 pop socket that I’m convinced will change my life, or some random kitchen gadget that promises to chop veggies faster than my kids can ask for a snack. Spoiler alert: It doesn’t. But every now and then, I do hit gold, like the softest throw blanket that Dave has definitely stolen from me for his weekend naps.
And let’s talk about Prime shipping. I feel like I’m in a secret club where I’m rewarded for hitting that “Prime” button. It’s like Christmas every time I hear that familiar knock at the door, and before you ask, yes, I have mastered the art of getting Amazon packages when the kids aren’t around so they don’t see what really went down.
I know, I know—Dave gives me the side-eye when another box shows up. And yes, he does ask, “What did you get this time?” with that look. The look that says, please don’t tell me it’s another 20-pack of reusable straws. But I can’t help it! There’s just something about it. It’s not even the thrill of the purchase anymore—it’s the sheer convenience of it all. If I need it, it’s basically at my door the next day.
Look, I get it—maybe one day I’ll cut back on my Amazon addiction, but until then, you’ll find me hitting “Order” while I’m hiding from my kids in the pantry. (Hey, a girl needs her space, right?)