I recently told my kids I wanted to become a stay-at-home mom.
“How is that even possible? We’re too old for that.”
“Oh, I never said I wanted to stay home with you. I just want to stay home.”
I mean, seriously. I’ll always be a mom. I’m just tired and need a break.
The idea of having free time in the day is, so…
Actually, scratch that.
I want to be a Stay-at-Target Mom.
That way I won’t have to do laundry.
Plus, have you seen the stuff they have?
Joyous aisles filled with…
And flannels for dogs!
It’s too much for the senses!
Oh, and they have that whole ‘Target run’ thing. So if you tell somebody you went for a Target run and just say the word Target really softly and quickly, they’ll think you went for a proper, full-on, pavement-pounding run and look at you all on-board with exercise!
And, when your husband calls you in the day (don’t rub it in if you have one), you can say you’re doing some ‘Target’ practice and he’ll be all cool with your new Katniss Everdeen lifestyle.
It’s really too good to be true.
So who’s with me?
Who wants to become a Stay-at-Target mom?
Perhaps we’ll even call ourselves something catchy. Like ‘The Targeters.’
Do I hear a “Clean up in aisle three?”
*disclaimer* Target did not pay me for this endorsement. My obsession with Target is all my own doing. However, if Target would like to pay me for this endorsement, I’d be okay with that. I’d even be okay with just the hedgehog lamp.