As the mom to an active toddler, I have a healthy fear of Target. It’s actually pretty similar to how I felt about haunted houses at the local fair when I was a tween. Like, I knew whatever was inside wasn’t so bad that I wouldn’t be able to handle it, but I also knew this fact did not guarantee that I’d actually enjoy the experience. Like, if the universe ever decides I need to be humbled, it’s going to be from those ridiculous Target checkout moments that prove you’re a hot mess. At times, it even feels like the whoosh of the automatic doors at Target greet me a subtle gust of popcorn-scented, perfectly-heated air that also blows away all of my mom skills.
For the record, I’m not judging. We’ve all been in that situation. In fact, I need to applaud many other moms out there, because I’ve seen some skilled women expertly navigate even the most intense Target moments, grocery store moments, and those general “Why can’t you just behave for five minutes until I can get you to the car?” moments that occur in public when your kid (or kids) are in tow. However, for everyone else, and for me, allow me to share the things that happen in that checkout line when you’re not having the best of days as a mom. At least we know we're not alone, right? #Solidarity