Sunday, March 18, 2007

Why Every Trip to Target Is at Least $50...


Written by Sarah from In The Trenches Of Mommyhood

If you’re anything like me (a busy mom), you KNOW the lure of which I speak: Wal-Mart and Target. So follow along with my inner monologue as I take a trip to Wal-Mart during my lunch hour.

“Wow. Starburst jellybeans are only $1.63 here. I paid $1.99 in the grocery store! I should stock up….”

“Hmmm…they kinda have cute underwear here. God, is this what I’ve been reduced to? Buying underwear for myself at Wal-Mart? I.MUST.RESIST.”

St. Patrick’s Day is this weekend. I should buy green shirts for the boyz….”

“Wow, they have all their summer stuff out. Flip-flops! Ooohhhhh….sparkly ones for me!”

“And sneakers for Baby on clearance. $6? Who cares if they don’t fit. They’re only $6…”

“Hmm…Eldest should have a watch. He’s always asking what time it is….”

“And sunglasses for the boyz! If I don’t buy them now, they’ll be all picked over…”

“Where did I leave my Tupperware tray with the handle thingy? I bet you they have them here….”

“And DVDs would be great gifts for the Easter baskets….”
“And I’m out of Oil of Olay…”
“And plastic trays for only $1? I’ll buy 3…”

And so on and so on and so on. (As I sit here hoping you’re nodding your head in agreement right now and not shaking it in disbelief thinking “Go back to whore island, you Wal-Mart Slut.”)

And so we (being all of us moms collectively) stand in line with our new, shiny objects and heave a sigh of resignation and disgust as the total comes to $73.64, because we only went in there in the first place to simply buy aluminum foil and PullUps.


Surviving Motherhood said...

aww, man. I'm terrible for doing that. Husband always looks worried when I come home from the supermarket and I can see him counting the bags, trying to work out how much i spent lol.

Lisa Knight said...

It is worse now that we have the "SUPER WALMART" I go in for milk bread, cheese & eggs ($12 worth of food) then I remember we need toilet paper & we used up all the chocolate syrup & of course you have to check the day old bakery items & then you remember you have to buy a present for a party & it is Easter, so why not grab an item or two while you are here.... Oh yeah weren't we going to get paint the next time we were here & the last CF bulb went into the lamp... That'll be $153.98 please... That is why I only try to shop 1-2 a month... It's addicting & it only gets worse when dh comes with, eek!
You are so not alone, I am just happy that Target is an hour away & I don't get there often...

The Queen of Shake-Shake said...

Getting out of those two stores for less than $60 is like Mission Impossible. It's a conspiracy!

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