03 Jan 2011

Target Bags Suck

15 Comments Personal Crap, Toddler

Okay, so today was a great day. I took G to school and he did SO WELL! Neither of us cried! I then proceeded to have an incredibly productive five hours:

I shopped at Trader Joes.

I wrote.

I did dishes.

I straightened up.

I planned a road trip with my husband.

I lovingly made some brothy, vegetable-filled chicken soup to help me with my quest to eat better. It took a long time. I nursed it all day while I was doing all these other things.

At 3:00, I tasted the soup. It was very good. But the carrots weren’t cooked enough. So I left a flame underneath the pot and left to pick up G-Man.

He was having a total blast when I got there, so I stayed with him about thirty minutes and chatted with the teachers about his day. He was playing with the new kid, and they were running back and forth pretending to be gorillas. It was cool seeing him embody something that wasn’t a dinosaur.

Then we went to Target and I gave him a blueberry sucker. We were having a great time shopping. He’s always so good at reminding me what I need to get, “Mommy, don’t forget we need milk!” We like shopping together at Target. He asks for things. I say, “No.” He reacts well to that most of the time. We were there for about 45 minutes. He was almost done with his sucker, and his lips and chin were bright blue.

We finished shopping and checked out. Remember my “Jesus Lady” at Target? Well, this was the second time I’ve gone through her line recently when she’s been PISSED! I mean, PISSED OFF, man! Remember when she was all, “I’m happy and blessed every day!”? Apparently, she is no longer happy or blessed. She’s pissed. That has nothing to do with the fact that she sort of bagged my stuff crappily. Is crappily a word? If it is, that’s how she bagged my stuff.

I had parked out front and the carts lock if you try to take them to the sidewalk, so the guard was kind enough to unlock the wheels for me. Garrett and I got the cart out to the car, and I started unloading. About half-way through the ten or so bags, one of the bags broke open. It just broke open. No reason, except for the fact that Target bags suck. They’re thin and lame and if you put anything heavier than a feather in them, they break. This particular bag had a glass bottle of maple syrup in it, and a box of Kix.

At this point, there was a puddle of syrup, glass and a box of Kix on the sidewalk by my car. I needed that syrup, and that box of Kix. So I had to go back inside and talk to a manager who told me to go back upstairs to get a new box o’ Kix and a new bottle of syrup so he could replace them for me. I was a bit frustrated at that point, when Garrett handed me what was left of his sucker. There was maybe three licks left, so I thought he wanted me to throw it out, which I did. That is NOT what he wanted me to do. He wanted me to hold it while he had a sip of water. But now it was too late. Said sucker was in the trash.

Cue loud, painful, sad, pathetic, angry-at-mom crying. He was sobbing as we went up the escalator, begging me to get the sucker out of the trash. I couldn’t believe it. Things had been going so well. We were having so much fun. Then the syrup, and the sucker in the trash, and the manager and the sweating. Did I mention the sweating? I sweat when I get nervous or frustrated. It’s attractive.

I managed to get us out of there in one piece, giving G another sucker, this one banana-flavored. I apologized for the misunderstanding, and he adorably said, “You don’t have to be sorry, Mommy.” I took a deep breath. I drove us home.

When I brought all the bags into the kitchen, something smelled weird. There was steam coming out of the pot on the stove. It had been on all this time, about two and a half hours longer than I had already cooked it. I tasted it. It had an odd aluminum flavor that wasn’t there when I had left the house. Understand, I took a long time to make this soup. It was made not only with love, but also with entirely organic ingredients: Organic chicken, organic broth, organic tomatoes, organic carrots, organic celery.. .You get the idea. So it was pricey. And it was precious to me because it was going to help get me through this initial week of not eating like shit.

Now I was trying not to cry. First I sweat, then I cry. Those are my coping mechanisms. I’ve been sweating, crying and eating a lot the last six months. Now I’m trying to just cry and sweat.  I didn’t cry, but I did bang the cabinets a lot as I was getting out the ingredients to make pasta with homemade sauce. I was pissed.

I let the soup cool and put it in a container in the fridge. I’ll try it again tomorrow. I’m just hoping whatever that taste is, isn’t something toxic or poisonous. Because I’m probably going to force myself to eat that damn soup.

My mom came for dinner, we all watched some of the Stanford game, and now G is in his awesome robe about to get into bed. All is right again. I just wanted to share with you one of those hilariously frustrating “Mom” moments that I’ve become so familiar with. And I’m blaming it all on the frigging Target bag. Did I mention they suck?

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15 Responses to “Target Bags Suck”

  1. Reply Brandie says:

    So bummed about the bags. We haven’t had plastic bags break, but I bought a few of their reusable bags and those things are cheap 🙁
    I hope your soup is okay.

    • Reply flawlessmom says:

      Soup was NOT okay. Listen, if that’s the worst thing…
      Truthfully, it was all so lame and funny. Just one of those insanely frustrating hours where it seems like every little thing goes wrong at once! On to the next thing. (Or soup, in this case.)

  2. Reply Ange says:

    Oh my do I ever remember the target lady I read that when I was going to Hawaii… Soo funny ….!!! but not funny about ur bags that seriously had to suck.. Over here target bags are crapola aswell mind u we have to pay 10c for one bag… Weird?? Do u guys??
    Anyways good post I was hanging. Out for ur post

    Hope ur soup is better once it was in the fridge….

    • Reply flawlessmom says:

      Soup was not salvageable. Oh well. We don’t have to pay for bags here yet, but I think that goes into effect sometime this or next year! It’s a good thing, if you ask me. So much better for the environment to bring reusables. I always bring them to the grocery stores, but Target never seems set up for it!

  3. Reply David says:

    Been there, lady. Target bags are most penile (if you go to ‘Food-for-Less’ or any dollar store, it gets even WORSE). By the way, just wanted to relate that you have another adoring fan of your blog–love reading up on the goings-on in your family. On that, hang in there, keep your face in the sun, and try remembering to smile every time you have a slack day. Take care.

    • Reply flawlessmom says:

      Thanks, David! I always love hearing from new fans. And yes, I do smile even on slack days… Especially since most of my days are lovely. And there’s actually some sun out today to keep my face in!! Woo hoo!!

  4. Reply Benjamin says:

    I found your blog page via following you on twitter. I wish you were still working on Clean House (wife and 5yr old daughter love that show) and every time we chat a repeat of Cory in the House my daughter will go hey daddy, who wants a clean house? while pointing to the tv. Your writing is so true and pure and I doubt anyone can read your blog without smiling. It is good to know that no matter what you have done on tv or in film hollywood has not changed you!

    • Reply flawlessmom says:

      That is very kind, sir! Thank you. That’s the beauty of never being too successful… You keep your wits about you! Cory in the House was so much fun. I miss that show! I really appreciate you commenting.

  5. Reply Maegan says:

    That was an oh so typical mom story and I loved it!
    But… the wheels on the cart lock up when you hit the sidewalk???? That is INSANE! I would freak out… the cry…. then be pissed. Then I would probably figure out I could ask somebody. Loved it!

    • Reply flawlessmom says:

      Yeah, they don’t want people stealing the carts, so they lock up when they’re out of the store! It’s so funny. Actually very smart on their part. They were probably losing hundreds a year!

  6. Reply Koch says:

    My GOD, what a nightmare! But so well-written. Sorry about your soup but the fact that “Jesus Lady” was now pissed again made me spit-take.

    • Reply flawlessmom says:

      Koch? She has gone completely 180. There is not an ounce of Jesus left in that woman. I don’t know what happened. Not sure I want to know. But I’m sure YOU DO!

  7. Reply Karen says:

    Your post made me stressed! I had forgotten how much drama throwing away a lollipop can bring. It is always the simple things in life that are the most dramatic to a little guy.

    As for your burned soup, try a crock pot. Greatest invention ever made. I’m sure you can find a soup recipe. Your story is the reason why I have one. I can leave something cooking and not worry.

    New follower of your blog, although I’ve been a fan for sometime and had the pleasure of meeting you when you were in Jersey.

    • Reply flawlessmom says:

      I LOVE MY CROCK POT!! But I don’t use it enough for soups. My mom told me the same thing yesterday. Next time.
      So glad to have you follow my blog! (And I’m sure I loved meeting you in Jersey!)

      • Reply Karen says:

        You did love meeting me in Jersey, I assure you, because I am wonderful!!!!!! I’m glad to see someone has the same affection for her crockpot as I do.

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