What It’s Like When a Mom Visits Target

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Let’s be real—heading to Target isn’t usually a meticulously planned outing for me. Sure, I might jot down a list and glance through my Cartwheel app, but deep down, I know I’m about to lose track of time, and likely some cash too. An hour can vanish in the blink of an eye, and while I might leave with unexpected treasures, I can pretty much guarantee I won’t return with everything I intended to buy. That list? It’s more of a suggestion than anything else—just a facade of control.

I have my own little routine when it comes to Target. I always kick things off by wandering through the pharmacy section, which somehow feels symbolic of my entire experience there. Next, I drift into the makeup aisles, often picking up a lipstick shade I’ll never actually wear—because, let’s face it, I have a habit of chewing on my lips, and lipstick just doesn’t mix well with that. Then comes the cleaning supplies section. Sometimes I genuinely need toilet bowl cleaner, but more often than not, I’m just on a quest for the magical product that will finally make my home spotless. Hope springs eternal, right?

I usually skip the food aisles, but I make up for it by spending extra time comparing throw pillows instead. I might glance at the table runners, but I quickly remember that they’ll end up bunched on one side of the table, buried under the infinite pile of mail and papers that clutter our kitchen surface. With a table that seats six, I can imagine needing a bigger one if I ever have a larger family—just to accommodate all the Pottery Barn catalogs I keep meaning to recycle.

Of course, I can’t resist a detour to the shoe section. Do I need more shoes? Absolutely not. But who can pass up $6 ballet flats on clearance? They’re practically disposable! I might also pick up three pairs of boots that are nearly identical, just with different buckle placements. Then it’s on to the men’s clothing section because, you know, I have a list and should probably stick to it.

Seasonal items aren’t on my list, but I can’t help but be tempted by the Easter decor and patio furniture—even with snow still covering the ground. I’ll just stash them away until the weather catches up. That’s called being proactive, folks! I’m ready for any spring emergencies that may come my way, complete with Reese’s Eggs and ceramic pots.

When I finally reach the baby section, I can’t resist checking out the onesies—even though my littlest one hasn’t been a baby in over a year. I search for miraculous products that might solve all my parenting woes, taking my sweet time to make sure I don’t miss any hidden gems. I skip the electronics and DVDs because I’m strong-willed and totally immune to impulse buys. But wait—what’s this? The dollar bins are brimming today! I can’t help but load my cart with all the delightful goodies.

My final stop is usually the women’s clothing section because, after all, I deserve a new shirt. I’ll find cardigans that look cute, but then realize they’re already hanging in my closet. After checking out, I step outside to find it’s dark—even though I started my adventure at noon!

Today was a bit different, though. I headed to Target with a specific list: two curtain rods, some pillows for the basement couch, DVD storage boxes, wipes, and a toy basket. What made today’s trip stand out was the time crunch. I left home at 1:30 p.m. and had to be back by 2:40 for my husband’s eye appointment. My skeptical partner thought it was impossible to make it back in an hour, so I promised to resist browsing and stick to my list.

An hour later, I returned home with just two items: wipes and a serious case of frustration. The home decor items needed my full attention for comparison and approval, and the ticking clock didn’t help. I found myself questioning every curtain rod’s aesthetic appeal—Do I really need this? Is this one cute enough? And then I’d wander off to pillows, repeating my inner dialogue. With only 20 minutes left, I darted to the baby aisle, snatched a box of wipes, paid, and rushed out. When I got home, my husband was lacing up his shoes. “I got wipes. I’m going to eat some cookies. This was the worst day ever.”

Target knows your time constraints and budget limitations. It sees your overdue rent and your reminder to pick up the kids from school. It notices the DVDs still in their shrink wrap and the cafe rod you forgot you already own. And you know what? Target just chuckles at your attempts to stay on track.

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In summary, a trip to Target is as much about the journey as it is about the destination. It’s a blend of necessity and impulse, leaving you with more than you bargained for—time and sanity often included.