family target trips always seem like the best idea ever. it all starts out innocently enough- i say i need a few things- my husband suggests we all make the trek together for a little “family fun”- and i always agree.
fun fact number one. my husband avoids target like i avoid the apple store on iPhone drop day. so why he ever even suggests we all go together is beyond me.
fun fact number two- he has super judgy eyes. especially when it comes to me buying necessities. . . his eyes say it all “are you SURE you want to buy those all-red jellybeans that only come out once a year? lex eats like 6 beans a day (which is 4 too many for his taste), and didn’t you give up sugar like .5 seconds ago?” i truly try to combat his ‘tude by sending him away to grab “real” things on my list–like parchment paper, but he always returns ASAP and the wandering every aisle lex and i were happily doing comes to a total halt when he busts out those eyes again “oh, a water bottle? we have no less than 143 water bottles at home- how many can one person use in a day?”. for this fact alone when we go as a family i can’t even glance in the direction of the clothes. pretty sure if he saw my eyes even begin to wander those eyes would come out again “oh, more mis-matched socks? another pair of leggings for lex?. . . “.
i swear this is just a target thing. take the man into a home goods and he ends up wandering every aisle looking for pieces of furniture i didn’t know we needed. and grocery shopping he gets all crafty and finds all sorts of recipe conncoctions that have us waltzing down every aisle. so WHY TARGET? why does he choose my happy place to be such a grump?! heck- even lex busts out the grumpy face on family target days.
bottom line. target is a trip best done alone. or alone with a toddler. never, ever as a full blown family.