confessions of a Targetholic

My name is Patrice, and I AM a Targetholic.

Yesterday I went to Target with the following things on my list:

- baby wipes

- Gerber Apple Prune juice

- sugar

- Diet Dr. Pepper

- Simple Green (it was in the automotive section)

- travel size hand sanitizer

- shampoo and conditioner

- baby Tylenol

- wall clock

- quart size storage bags

- cat litter

- graduation card for cousin Jake

And I did really well. I got all of the above things, springing for the Target brand (now the Up brand) whenever possible.

In addition to the list, I also bought:

- Two more pairs of mittens for Jonah (not so much for his hands, but for his wee-wee. I've discovered mittens are the perfect wee-wee cover - he can't wiggle it off - when I'm having to change his diaper, lance leg blisters, or redress his legs)

- Hershey's kisses (Granny made me do it)

- Fudge Rounds (a breakfast or late night necessity)

- Splenda (my sweet tea will never be the same)

- a pack of ten brushed silver knobs for the cabinet below the counter downstairs

- deodorant (Let's face it. You can never have too much.)

- sanitizing wipes (so I can stop pouring hand sanitizer all over the cart everywhere I go)

So far, so good...

But then you hit the dollar section, and it's all over.

I got these two really cute tote bags for a dollar each. I thought they would be perfect for carrying stuff down to the beach. It looks like you can just rinse them out and reuse. And the smaller one would be a perfect lunch bag. You know, if I was still working and had even a remote need to carry my lunch in a bag somewhere. Whatever. They were cute and cheap. I was sold.

And finally, my guilty pleasure purchase. This pretty, over-the-shoulder bag for $10.

Let me just say that I am NOT an accessories girl. I typically don't wear jewelry now that I have Jonah for fear of fricting him, but besides my rings and my Gabe necklace, I never really wore it a whole lot before. I like accessories, but I can barely get organized enough to even put on a matching outfit. (When I hadn't found Kelly's blog yet, and only read Angie's, she referred us to Kelly for a scarf tying video demo. WHAT? People wear scarves just for decoration? I'm so behind...) Most of the times I'm in jeans or a knit skirt and a t-shirt. I don't buy shoes, because I'd just rather wear flip flops. And if I've got a black pair and a brown pair, I'm set for the summer. And I don't typically wear bracelets because a) I never dress up fancy enough that I need one and b) I think I have an abnormally small wrist. Bracelets that aren't adjustable always go up to my elbows. And I don't wear necklaces because Jonah will hurt his face if he rubs against them.

But I love me a cute bag. Not a purse, but a bag. I still don't typically buy them, but this one was so cute... I couldn't resist. And I have this irrational need to justify my purchases by making a "want" into a "need." So here goes.

"Patrice, you really need this bag. It's really hard to have a purse you have to carry in your hand or one that's always falling off your shoulder or arm. But look at this bag. This bag is an across your body shoulder bag. You won't have to hold it, and it won't slip off your shoulder. And really, you don't need one more thing to have to carry or keep up with. It's hard enough with a huge diaper bag (the one thing I HATE about cloth diapers. They really fill up your diaper bag). Plus, it's only $10. That's cheaper than you and Matt eating at Chick-fil-A. And it's blue, green, and yellow - your favorite colors. Plus, you really need to stop coveting Kathryn's bag, Sarah's bag, Laura's bag (... and so on and so forth). AND, you haven't bought a new bag in probably three years. It's time."

So there you have it, friends. My justification. It's my story, and I'm sticking to it.

My name is Patrice, and I AM a Targetholic.
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In other news, Jonah had a blow out poop out his diaper yesterday (just as Matt was on the brink of laying him down to change a wet one) that went all over the floor, but more importantly, all over Matt's shoes and shorts. I missed it (I was in our room pumping), but when I saw the look on his face and heard what happened, I laughed so hard I nearly cried. HILARIOUS. Welcome to my world, honey. Glad you've been inducted.