Players: Myself , Mammy(my grandma), Gammy (my mom) and D-iii (my son)
Game plan: Costco, and pedicures with the possibility of Target (we knew we would go, we are addicts) Simple....?
Maybe it was the full moon. The unspoken tension our family always seems to have. The fact none of us had eaten responsibly that day. Or for sake of the blog but shit was bound to go wrong....
Being a responsible mother I didn't want my child to hangout in the nail salon, so while gammy was getting her nails done, mammy, d-iii and I were to run to Costco to get the makings for a stock pile of breakfast burritos. Then we would come back, I would get 30 minutes to myself getting my feet scrubbed while gammy and mammy walked the kid around Traders Joes.
As I pull in front of said nail salon, my mom has a blank look on her face, the kind of look that makes you laugh and question what is (or isn't) going on in their head. and as we have a stare down I realize she has zero clue what is going on and that I'm waiting for her to launch her skinny ass out of the car, so i can get out of the crazy busy parking lot. Finally and very bluntly I say "well get out now!", she did, still very confused but then Costco was a go.
Costco went well other then the samples. I had mammy rolling laughing when i suggested how disgusting a plate would look if you took all the samples and waited to eat them together. We had perogies, scalloped potatoes with ham, tiramisu, sausage, bread, pizza bread (all four types as the sales guy "forced" me) crackers and cheese, bean burrito, trail mix, fish stick with ranch, pot stickers and washed it down with San Pellegrino, blood orange Martinelli's, and some orange vanilla vitamin drink that tasted like a melted creamsicle mixed with poison. Maybe it was the mix of food, maybe it was me but I had more energy then should be possible and i was jumping and frolicking down the aisles, up until a lady was pushing her cart so close to my ass that i literally stopped and moved out of her way announcing as she passed "Loooooook out, someonnnnnes in a hurrrrrry! GO GO GO!!" If i hadn't been using my baby as protection i may have gotten my ass kicked, but i guess people don't hit people with babies.
We get back in the car and head to wrangle gammy and see what kind of nonsense was going on with her. Surprisingly none. Pedis are a success and my my toes are painted a color called "fearless". or as i like to call it...Summer.
We go through the motions to drive two miles down the road to Target and that is when the real fun happens....
I drive a full size truck. Parking spots in this town are catered to compact cars. Target was busy. All of these factors lead to my decision to park towards the back of the parking lot and skip the hassle of squeezing my red hot truck in between a Prius and a Honda.
((Que Gammy melt down))
Sitting in the back seat gammy nearly starts crying, because she is hungry and doesn't want to walk, and she will not go out in the wind, and just leave her in the car, blah blah blah!! The mom in me came out, I snapped that if she wouldn't go inside with us, then no one was going and we would be homeward bound. As I'm backing out of the parking spot she starts whining "...but i would go if you just drop me off out front!" SERIOUSLY! ((So I stated earlier that I'm a Target addict, and that is no joke, i go through withdrawals if i don't go at least once a week, sometimes if I'm distracted i can wait to go ever two weeks)) Due to my addiction i gave in to her childish tantrum.
Once her majesty Princess Gammy departed the vehicle i didn't want to walk either. There are these really handy FEV (fuel efficient vehicle) Reserved spots right up front. Clearly NOT for my type of ride but empty and i have "out of state" plates so when in Rome.... (when we left the store all of the previously empty spots are filled and my truck stuck out like a sore thumb, hehe OPPS)
Now for the Fun:
My first real job was at Target but that ended nearly a decade ago. Considering the length of my love affair with the store it comes as no surprise that i believe the company should pay me to shop in their store. NOT because i spent too much money and waste even more time there, but because I'm a nature "helper", especially in the baby department. Last visit alone, I sold a crib, modeled an Ergo and helped a lady pick one for herself, offered advise on the best *chemically free* baby wash, and my choice in diaper wipes. Commission Anyone? Today our visit was to test highchairs. Sadly of the many many choice they only carried two in store, so what does my family do?...we take them off the shelf and "test" them out. Testing them out to most people would mean setting the kid in them, judging the ease of use and putting them back. We went a step further....we saw how far the highchair could go down the aisle with a single PUSH! The Graco beat the Chicco by a long shot!
Once her majesty Princess Gammy departed the vehicle i didn't want to walk either. There are these really handy FEV (fuel efficient vehicle) Reserved spots right up front. Clearly NOT for my type of ride but empty and i have "out of state" plates so when in Rome.... (when we left the store all of the previously empty spots are filled and my truck stuck out like a sore thumb, hehe OPPS)
Now for the Fun:
My first real job was at Target but that ended nearly a decade ago. Considering the length of my love affair with the store it comes as no surprise that i believe the company should pay me to shop in their store. NOT because i spent too much money and waste even more time there, but because I'm a nature "helper", especially in the baby department. Last visit alone, I sold a crib, modeled an Ergo and helped a lady pick one for herself, offered advise on the best *chemically free* baby wash, and my choice in diaper wipes. Commission Anyone? Today our visit was to test highchairs. Sadly of the many many choice they only carried two in store, so what does my family do?...we take them off the shelf and "test" them out. Testing them out to most people would mean setting the kid in them, judging the ease of use and putting them back. We went a step further....we saw how far the highchair could go down the aisle with a single PUSH! The Graco beat the Chicco by a long shot!
Slowly the day wound to an end and we all went home happy.
But in my family its never a dull moment.







