On Monday, we had a family trip to Target.
It’s rare we all go anywhere together, but everyone was in for this Memorial Day Target run. As a matter of fact, my 11-year-old woke up at 6 a.m. ready to go. I should have known then it was not a good idea.
I started a list that morning but got distracted and never got past Cliff Bars. All weekend, I’d been thinking of things we needed but couldn’t remember any of them. Lilly needed a new bathing suit bottom and maybe a pair of white capris. Jonah wanted something, I’m not sure what. Maggie was just along for the ride, and I wasn’t sure why Adam or Chris came.
Jonah was the only one of the kids to bring a wallet. He’d been saving his lawn mowing money and was set to get himself something. The older three — all employed for the summer — strategically left their wallets at home.
Once we arrived, the two boys disappeared — most likely to the electronics and video game section. The girls and I were immediately drawn to the bathing suit section. My husband stood with the cart near us for a few minutes, and then disappeared as well — probably to get the Cliff Bars.
An hour or so later, the girls and I were all three in a large dressing room trying on clothes. Maggie was trying on cute sun dresses and turning up her nose at what I was trying on. Apparently, it was all too “young” for me. Lilly was trying on bikini bottoms (my rejects thanks to Maggie), pants and complimenting what I was trying on. It was a nice balance.
When we were starting to wrap things up, a text came in from my husband.
“Where r u?”
He’d picked up the Cliff Bars, a wallet and a pair of trunks he decided not to get as soon as he showed them to me — something about not needing them. Hopefully, he wasn’t sending a message about the two bathing suits I had picked out. (They were from the clearance rack — you can’t turn down a major deal).
Adam had grabbed a $30 Visa card so he could purchase something online, a box of Cheez-Its and a big container of trail mix to replace the one on his desk that only had raisins left in it. (So he could “graze like an animal,” Lilly pointed out on the way home.)
Maggie, who was just along for the ride, ended up with two sun dresses and a pair of white jeans. Lilly got the needed white capris and two pairs of swim bottoms along with a black top that was not on her list.
Jonah found a Lego Wii game (which he bought with his own money).
A mad scramble before we left yielded two pairs of flip flops, a three-pack of underwear, a package of socks and a pack of gum. There were promises to pay us back for certain items that I’m sure I’ll forget about before any cash is handed over.
The total was $305.21. Ouch. And on the way home, I remembered everything I had forgotten to put on the list — a shower curtain liner, graduation card etc. I guess I’ll have to go back next weekend. I think I’ll go alone.
FranklyStein is a blog by Chesapeake Family Magazine editor Betsy Stein, who lives in Catonsville with her husband, Chris, and four children, Maggie, 17, Lilly, 15, Adam, 15, and Jonah, 11.