Target Therapy?

I know I have mentioned more then a handful of times that I have a Target addiction. If there is a Target within a half hour radius I will visit it. ...ALL THE TIME.

There is just something about the red and white that makes it seem so much classier then blue and white. Right? I honestly think they put something in the vents that makes it addicting like crack. But really I wouldn't know since I don't do crack.. but I do "do target".

Okay, I don't think Target would appreciate this promo..

so moving on.

Friday Aidyn and I had planned to leave for BD's by noon. Since BD was going to call in sick to work, so that he could have extra time with Aidyn. So I worked it all out to work a half day, and my mom would pick the two kidd-o's up by noon, so we could get on the road. I had everything packed the day before, and everything was ready and waiting by the time my mom arrived. She picked up the two sprouts, and I loaded the car. We were on our way before noon.

Just as I am giving myself a pat on the back for being ahead of schedule I get a text. "My co-worker just went into labor. Can't call in. Hoping to leave by 8. sorry." 8? with a three hour drive?! (since we meet halfway at BD's parents) ugh! So here we are, going to arrive approx 8 hours ahead of BD. BOOO!

I was just about to hit the steering wheel when I realized: Yay! We past two Targets on the way!!! So at that, I pulled over at the first Red and white sign I found. After driving two hours already, it was a much needed break for my energetic three year old. We crawled out of the car, and headed on in. I knew I wanted to kill some time, and let Aidyn-man stretch his legs. Usually I plop him down in the cart, so I'm not distracted, but this time I let him walk beside me. He's usually pretty good about staying nearby, and did fairly well for the first twenty minutes.

As I was browsing through the clothes Aidyn played peek a boo in the close racks. We were both enjoying the Target therapy, when he ran off.

I don't know about you other moms, but when your child is out of your sight in public, you panic. My stomach dropped, and I ran around the racks looking for his green shirt. With out any luck I call out "Aidyn! Aidyn where are you?!!"

Then from across the isle, I hear (I kid you not..):

"I'm over here by the shorts and the boobs!"

There I find him surrounded by bra's, underwear, and pajamas! I about died laughing. Where does he come up with this stuff?! Needless to say he went back in the cart (after bribing him with a 2 dollar play snake!) and I resumed some much needed "Target time."

I swear with my kid, I'll never be out of blog material. EVER!