An Evening at Target

Our church is located pretty close to a Target.

Why do you need to know this information?  Well, the fact that it is geographically convenient  for me to go shopping there on a Wednesday night, that’s why.

I have church choir rehearsal on Wednesday evenings.  And Tim is either home with the children, or I pay the babysitter to stay a little longer so I can get a little retail therapy afterward.

(just FYI, World Market is in the same parking lot so I usually try to hit both.  Also, this is not EVERY Wednesday, sometimes I go to the mall instead). 😉

Anyway.

I had an express purpose for my trip to Target this last Wednesday.

Juice Boxes.

We were almost out and Target also has the Honest Kids pouches with half the sugar and I was crossing my fingers that maybe they were even on sale this week and that I could get at least two boxes.

(p.s. most of you, if not all, probably already know where this is going… but stick with me…)

I went in on the grocery side!  I told myself I was not going to venture to the “other side” of the store with it’s clothes and shoes and accessories, etc., etc., ETC!!!

BUT.

The light bulbs I needed for K’s night light and our refrigerator were kind of not too far from all that stuff.

Oh, and Tim needed a rug for his side of the bed…

And K needed new pajamas…

You know the drill.

And lemme just tell you, while I was trying on the adorable button down blouse and super cute salmon-colored shorts (that I did also buy), all thoughts of juice boxes went RIGHT out of my head.

Oh Target, you get me every time.

The funny thing is, at one point, I was RIGHT by them.  In the same aisle, I believe but the $1.02 vitamin waters and Stevia sodas were calling my name louder, APPARENTLY.

As were the cheese sticks and the yogurts and the granola bars.

After about an hour of NOT PUTTING ANY JUICE BOXES IN MY FULL CART, I made my way to the checkout.

I made eye contact with another woman, cart full of stuff as well, and she looked at me and said, “You just came in for one thing, didn’t you?”

We laughed.

I still didn’t take the hint.

I came home WITHOUT ANY juice boxes.

Really people, REALLY!!

I think I need a grocery list tattooed on my arm, with juice boxes right at the top in a really pretty font.

Of course then I might just cover it up in the fitting room while trying on that cute top I found….

Damn Target.