Today, dear friends, I was given the most glorious gift a mother could ever receive; a trip by myself to Target. I laughed, cried tears of joy, and even pranced down the aisles.
You may wonder why this is a big deal. If you do, then you are probably not a parent. A typical trip to Target when you have kids starts with whining for Starbucks hot cocoa, continues with desperate grabs for My Little Pony plush, and ends in a full body meltdown when all entreaties to buy every single Skylander figure is denied.
An expedition to Target with kids is yeoman’s work and I am usually sapped of all energy when I leave.
But today was different.
Upon entering, I noticed the great red bullseye glowed brightly overhead. It sang to me a melody of peace and joy as I selected the cart that I wanted, not the unwieldy two-seated monster my daughter begs for and then uses for a solid five minutes.
Marching toward the dollar section, I make the stunning realization that I don’t have to walk up and down those aisles debating the merits and virtues of Frozen socks versus Barbie sandwich keepers.
Of course, I enter the land of cheap anyway, because it’s obvious I need to stock up on $1 gift bags, hand lotion that smells like plastic, and animal crackers. The frosted ones.
Tearing myself away from the Panda cookies, I spy a My Little Pony stationery set for The Girl and Ninja Turtles lunch accessories for The Boy. I squee with delight, because the kids would LOVE them. Actually, my daughter would also love the cheap Elsa headband, Palace Pets puzzle, the ratty felt fox, and broken basket on the bottom shelf. But, since she’s not there, I DON’T CARE.
Tossing my cheap goodies into the cart, I find myself inexplicably drawn to the women’s clothing section. I only have vague notions of what this couture wonderland contains as it’s usually passed in a blur of voices crying out, “This isn’t the toy section! It’s so boring!”
Instead of bidding the cotton confections adieu, I stroll leisurely past the clothing racks, fingering the items that are 50, and even 70, percent off. Sighing with joy, I find a striped, long-sleeved shirt on sale for $6. It’s such a good deal, I could buy two, and have a little left over for pants. Not wanting to get too crazy, I hold myself back and promise to come back for the striped shirt’s friends when I can get another day away.
Hide yourself sweet distressed jeans, mama’s coming for you soon.
I make my way over to the other part of Target that is forbidden with children; the lingerie section. I could walk through there on a typical shopping outing, but then I have my son trying bras on his head or listening to him and my daughter snicker at the sight of thong underwear. “Where’s the rest of it?!?”
Sadly, I have been known to ask myself the same question.
Bypassing a few choice items from the Gillian O’Malley hooker collection, I ogle some underwear whose comfort is masked by lace and a modest bow. I love a sexy pair of pantaloons, but for day-to-day wear, I need something that I can wear for longer than an hour that won’t rub my ladyland raw.
It’s the little things in life that make me happy, like an un-chafed vagina.
Of course the comfiest britches are on racks that face the aisle, so I get to stand in the middle of Target rubbing my paws all over silky underwear to find my size. Nothing to see here folks, just a lady fondling the crotch covers.
Floating through row after heavenly row, I savor the scent of those weird little soy candles, imaging where I’d put them and then remember that they would sit there and get dusty before I’d light them; planning parties that would need star pinatas, of which there should be none because those things make an ungodly mess; and eventually I wind up in the $5 movie section trying to talk myself into Scrooged because I loved that movie at one time, and IT’S ONLY FIVE DOLLARS! How many people can buy happiness for $5? Me! I can!
My time at Target comes to an end, and I even enjoy the checkout line. No one begs for Pokemon cards or Snickers bars, and I get to make pleasant chit-chat with the teenage checker.
Walking out, I let the majesty of the big red bullseye wash over me. Target is my motherland, and it is even better when I get to savor each and every nuance all on my own. It’s better than sex, I tell you, and no one can ever tell me differently.
Viva solo shopping!
12 responses to “The Greatest Day of My Life, So Far”
When I make it to Target without the kids, I almost don’t know what to do with myself. I almost forget I have the freedom, yes FREEDOM!, to mosey on over to the women’s clothes and purses oh and shoes and undies! It’s just craziness I tell you! Oh and I can’t forget about the makeup aisles and curling iron aisle! Those have to be my favorites!
“Crotch covers?” 😀 Didn’t know that one. I obviously don’t get out enough. Loved this post – thanks for the early morning giggle in my pj’s. I remember the experience well – and I’d add that US malls are temptation on a stick for children. I remember an interstellar meltdown by Bigfoot in Walmart once – all caused by the toy car display.
Now mine are bigger, they still come shopping with me. They have learnt the art of wheedling and convincing, and the object of their lust is now much more expensive that toy cars and lego figurines. Sigh.
So…. You’re saying it just gets harder? 😉
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Harder in so far that it gets more expensive. Compare the price of Thomas the tank engine slippers and a pair of Converse shoes… get my drift? Start training yourself up for the art of the “No”, and learn to ignore fluttering eyelashes and protruding lower lips. Both are necessary with teenagers – they are masters of the art of manipulation.
You perfectly described the glorious venture that happens so rarely. I had one last week, and it blew my mind. And I got a Starbucks and cake pop when I was done — for myself!
Ooh! I love those cake pops. I should have stopped at Starbucks!
And the organizing section, and what about some curtains, and I just love the rugs. I refuse to go to Target unless I am ALONE. Its joy is all for me.
I do covet the home goods. Who doesn’t need a chevron rug for their living room?
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What mother can’t relate to this one?!!! Although my children are grown and moved away, the memories of shopping avec-les-enfants is forever seared in my brain. I still savour strolling through stores alone unencumbered by anyone’s “needs” except my own 🙂
It is beautiful and glorious! 🙂
I just cannot relate to your joy. Perhaps it is because my children are all pretty much full grown. Perhaps it’s because the prospect of the mile long walk from the nearest parking spot to the front door – and then another mile or two as I make my way around the store is just exhausting for me. That’s probably because I’m now officially old. The only time I like going to Target is with my 3-year-old granddaughter, because then I get to spoil her and buy her all sorts of stuff that her parents hate – like musical toys and sugar loaded treats.
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