I'm the Target...

Does every other mom in America get this overwhelming sense of satisfaction when they walk into Target like I do? Getting myself and my 2 children dressed and out the door can be a huge challenge in and of itself so I like to limit my destinations if I absolutely have to bring them with me. If I have to choose between grocery store or Target I will hands down choose Target, even if that means my pantry shelves remain empty! Target is a mother's dream. You have the opportunity to buy literally everything you need (minus all grocerys unless you are super lucky to have a super Target near you) from baby necesseties, to house stuff (decor your don't really need but HAVE TO HAVE because you have the perfect spot for it!), presents for people you should have mailed days ago and my personal favorite...the super cute trendy shirt/outfit that makes you feel a slight bit less than old mother frump! My new motto is "if it doesn't come from Target, I don't buy it!" OK with this being said and now we all know how much I enjoy shopping at Target...let me just fill you in on my most recent Target adventure.... I had to be up and out of the house for a 9:30 Dr apt for Addison in downtown Jax which is about a 45 minute drive. Our after doctor routine treat is a trip to Chic Fil A to eat and play. Target is oh-so-conveniently located right down the street from there so I planned on shopping Target first. The girls and I pull into our parking spot and head in...well we start to...Addison decides to throw a screaming pity party for herself because she wants me to hold her and not Ansley. I told her no and that she is a big girl and she can walk. After about 3 minutes of her refusing I carry both my children (about 56 lbs worth)in the store where I quickly put Ansley into the shopping cart. I shake this little episode off b/c now I am focused on taking in all the wonderful things Target has to offer me! We head to the baby section where I need diapers and baby food pouches for my littlest princess. As I am reviewing my coupons to make sure I buy the correct foods I hear a CRACK....followed by a weak "I'm sorry mommy...I didn't mean too...accidents happen mommy...I'm sorry". Why is it that the one thing Addison decides to touch out of the whole wall of baby food is the one in a glass jar? A fellow mom sees the disaster and offers to help with handfuls of paper towels and then throws it away for me! I was just going to tell a worker.."Clean up isle 11"! But she got to me first. Then I took a baby wipe to clean the butternut squash off Addison's foot more concerned it was going to ruin her brand new leopard shoes and of course there is a piece of glass that cuts her foot. Now we have blood all over the top of her foot. The super mom next to me whips out a bandaid and slaps it on Addy's foot good as new. Ansley decides it is time for her to get in on the action so she starts to scream. I hold her and thank the mom continuously and am a bit embarrassed I was not more well prepared for emergencies such as this. We finish up in the baby section and head to wrapping paper section when all of a sudden I hear "BURPPPP" follow by a warm sensation down my arm. I look down and baby-pukes-a-lot has spit up EVERYWHER...prunes from breakfast....lovely. "Clean up isle 15!" Now I decide this is not my perfect Target day so I better get what I need and get out. So we head to the small grocery section to get some last minute things for our Christmas party. They had just mopped the section which made me feel better that I was not the only customer making a mess in the store. Addison sees the "Caustion wet area" triangle and thinks it is a toy. That goes flying as I kick it into high speed. As we finally make it toward the check out I run into my friend who has 3 children with her and they are all behaving like perfect angels in the cart and she is calm as a cucumber. Grrrr The cherry on top was while I was checking out the lady rang up a christmas present, a piggy bank, and as I went to put it in the cart it shattered. Guess I won't be taking that home afterall. Thank you! Needless to say I think future trips to Target will happen when my little divas are in bed fast asleep and I can once again enjoy all that Target has to offer in peace!