Oh my goodness, no one should ever let me go to Target by myself.
Well, they should let me if I just won the lottery or if they don’t care that I’ll spend every cent I have in that store. (And who doesn’t care about that for me?! I have a child to co-support!)
But seriously, I have a Target addiction.
Today, my mother-in-law stayed with Thomas for an hour while I ran to the store to pick up a couple things. I even made a list and assured myself I would stick to it. After all, I didn’t want to be gone long so I wouldn’t even have enough time to buy more than what was on my list.
My list was this: pump parts, bottles, Dreft, orange juice, tylenol
What I actually bought was: 3 shirts for me that were normal-sized and not made for a pregnant person, a blanket for Thomas even though he’s got 20 already, pump parts, bottles, Dreft, tylenol, chapstick, a romance novel (I know!) and a Sprite.
I remembered I had a frozen orange juice in the freezer at home so I could mark that off my list and buy an extra 7 things. (Obviously!)
Oh, and I was still home in an hour. Even with time limits and list limits I can still over spend in that store. Nothing stops me.
I am truly addicted.
So I had to come home and confess my sins to my mother-in-law since I had more bags than was obviously necessary. And do you know what my sweet mother-in-law said?
“That’s OK. You deserve it. You just gave birth!”
From my repeated watchings of the show, Intervention, I can tell you that although I am the addict, that statement makes my mother-in-law an enabler. Although to be a true enabler, she needs to fork over cash for my addiction. I’ll work on her.