In my opinion, Target is a parallel universe. You can reliably go in looking for one single item, only to emerge please with 17. Every damn time, you guys. So, honestly, I'm not surprised by the bad decisions I made at Target as a new parent. In the end, it was inevitable. For example, when my daughter was a month old, I went looking for wipes and come out with six sippy cups, a reusable swim diaper, and seven different kinds of baby food. Target is my kryptonite.
I actually have really fond memories of going to Target before my daughter was born. In fact, the morning my partner and I received the call that she would be joining our family, I headed straight to Target to stock up on itty bitty baby things. The two hours I spent wandering around Target, wishing I could tell every stranger I saw that I was about to be a mom, are seared into my memory forever. We literally had nothing for a baby when we got that amazing phone call, so I tried my best to figure out what the bare essentials would be for a brand new baby. Thank goodness our daughter wasn't released from the hospital immediately, because all I came home with on that last solo-Target trip was a set of swaddle blankets and a pair of pajamas. Talk about the bare minimum.
Luckily (or, perhaps, unluckily, depending on how you look at it) that was the most inexpensive mistake I made at Target as a new parent. The rest of those bad decisions weren't nearly as cheap.