It was Sunday morning after 4th of July and I was exhausted from staying up late shooting off fireworks with the kids. After rolling out of bed, making a bottle for my screaming baby and throwing a pop tart in for breakfast, I had to tend to a work call on the weekend. The doorbell rings, my dog starts barking, and all I think is a big UGH. I open my front door to not a person, but groceries. Delivered to my door from an angel! Well, I had forgotten that I decided to try Walmart grocery delivery because the pick up spots were at inconvenient times. Can I just…