It’s a rare weekend where my husband has a Saturday off. WE’RE REJOICING! No, really. Little man woke up at 9 (for the second day in a row), then three hours later napped for three hours (I got at least an hour in once I got back from a much needed manicure). We planned out that the rest of the day – we’d go to Target for a blender, grab some dinner and come home and dye eggs for Easter. Sounds like a solid plan, right?
Target is the last place that one should go for just “one thing.” As my husband and I carted around the store, we found a blender that does everything we need – including grind coffee – and that’s where I should have turned the cart around to check out. Our anniversary is coming up next month and I already knew that I’d be purchasing a pressure cooker. For some reason, my husband really wanted one. Well today, he found one that was a great deal and on sale – suffice to say he got his anniversary gift early. And on we go to the check…nope, let’s move on to bath towels.
I am very OCD and my towels need to match in the bathroom. Two bath towels, one hand towel, one washcloth, and two rugs for the floor. I wanted grey, but apparently everyone and their grandmother shopped at Target for grey bathroom towels/rugs. My beautiful bearded love tries to make me less stressed about this first world problem and says, “They all don’t need to match, you know.” And then I strangled my husband with a duvet cover.
I’M KIDDING! He’s still alive and well. I promise.
Disappointed and very overwhelmed, I moved on to bed linens. This is where it gets real dicey, friends. I tried to push my husband into letting me buy a quilt that had pink flowers on it. Then red flowers. Then blue ones. He was mumbling something about vaginas and manhood and that’s where he lost me. I debated getting a comforter set, despite really wanting a quilt. I was stressed out…about bed linens. I really almost walked away from the section…then ten minutes later, I settled on a nice teal quilt and sheets that match. I AM OVERJOYED BY THESE THINGS!
As we continue to pretend like we’re rich (we are debt free, our bills and rent are all paid, we’re responsible adults), my son decides to have a little toddler episode in the middle of the boys’ section as I try to find white undershirts in his size. I looked at him and let my husband take the reigns. I felt everything in me just bubble up and I kept saying, ‘I just came in here for a blender.’ What comes next is to be expected with me by now – my son decided that he was going to go against my advice and dump all of the Cheerios from his snack container into the cart…which all fall through the holes and go on the floor. Enter anxiety attack in the middle of the food section at Target.
I can now cross off ‘pick Cheerios up from the floor at Target’ from my bucket list.
And to think I just went to Target to get a blender.