It’s a bi weekly occurrence.
Sometimes tri weekly.
I am talking about my trips to Target.
You see, I have a secret love affair with Target.
Days that begin with Target are always the best of days.
Now,
there is a “routine” to all Target trips…
They ALL start and end the same.
You are likely to find me there in the 9:00 AM hour.
{its the only dang store that opens early enough}
We stroll in and get that BIG HUGE GIGANTIC cart that is impossible to steer.
I hate that I’m THAT Mom, but it makes my little girl happy.
We immediately make a B-LINE for the Starbucks cafe.
Ice water for Miss L, iced coffee for Momma.
After a few sips of COFFEE, we begin perusing through the dollar section.
I throw in some USELESS things that I can’t pass up because they are ONE DOLLAR.
Most likely I will give Landyn some stupid squishy ball to entertain her for a few moments, only to quickly get it chucked at my head….
Next, the clothes…Momma’s favorite section.
Typically I do a quick glance because the BIG HUGE GIGANTIC cart won’t fit down the aisles without knocking down the entire racks. Therefore I grab and GO.
By the time I am at the stores half way point,
(the baby section)
I am ripping open Gerber Graduates yogurt melts because little L is getting restless.
I told you I bribe with FOOD.
I try to avoid the toy section at all costs.
I can’t tell you how many baby dolls I have let Landyn “LOOK AT”,
only to end up BUYING because she proceeded to rip open the ENTIRE BOX….
By the time I screech around the corner to the home section,
{my second favorite section}
Landyn is STANDING up in the cart screaming “WALK, WALK, WALK”.
It’s by this time I am getting the “IAMTHEWORSTMOMINTHEWORLD” LOOK.
Let’s just say Landyn WINS.
I manage to grab a few red tag clearance home items.
{where I get 80% of my home decor, yes on CLEARANCE}
Let me just tell you I get a THRILL when I find something I need on red tag clearance.
Those are the best Target days.
The next 20 minutes is spent aiding Landyn in cart pushing,
replacing things she has taken off shelves,
lot’s of apologizes,
chasing down aisles…
until I have had enough,
and back in the cart she goes.
The final stretch,
which houses the REAL reason I went to Target in the first place,
(you know, laundry soap, deodorant, toothpaste)
is typically SKIPPED entirely
due to full on MELT DOWN MODE…
Screaming at the top of her lungs, flailing her arms, throwing things out of the cart…
Phew…
