Listen. Target isn’t just a store. It’s a lifestyle. We go there for toilet paper and tampons, sure. But we stay for the aesthetic, for the stuff we didn’t know we needed but desperately do, for the joy of mindlessly roaming the aisles. Those big red carts aren’t just to wheel our treasures to the cashier. They’re a beacon, a symbol of this amazing place we have, of the possibilities and dreams within its walls. Parents who love Target know what I’m talking about. Play dates at Gymboree are a thing of the past; we bond with our mom friends at the big red bulls-eye. If you’re one of these parents, you will definitely connect with these tweets on a different level.
Parents who love Target tend to REALLY love it. I have 3 kids: my two girls, and the bulls-eye.
For anyone who says parents can't have Friday night fun, I'm at Target right now buying toilet paper.
So, yeah, you're right.
— Sarcastic Mommy (@sarcasticmommy4) November 18, 2017
How to get your kids to stop coming with you to Target:
Son: Mom, can you buy this for me?
Me: I'm not your Mom.
Son: Mom, stop.
Me: Let's go find your Mom.
Son: MOM, STOP!
— Sarcastic Mommy (@sarcasticmommy4) December 3, 2017
Target is our happy place, and kid sometimes put a real damper on it.
My preschooler just asked me if we were going to pray to Target today and now I’m thinking he’s really on to something.
— MyMomologue (@MyMomologue) December 6, 2017
Me with kids at Target: why can't everyone be more patient and understanding?
Me without kids at Target: get out of my damn way with your annoying kids.
— Walking Outside (@WalkingOutside) February 4, 2018
Going to Target without your kids is like a spa day! And then you show up and there are kids at the spa. WTF.
Shopping with mom friends at Target in our yoga pants cuz maintaining my brand is very important to me
— Valerie (@ValeeGrrl) December 20, 2017
Husband: Just go to Target by yourself. I'll put the kids to bed.
— Karen Johnson (@21stcenturysahm) July 15, 2016
This is the equivalent of … OK, so nothing really compares to this. That husband is gettin’ some tonight.
Me, to my daughter: You can like anything you want. Ignore gender stereotypes.
Also me, to my daughter: You have to love Target. Those are the rules.
— MyQuestionableLife (@2questionable) January 13, 2018
When future anthropologists study mom culture, I hope they can fully comprehend the joy of a kid-less Target run at 8pm.
— MyMomologue (@MyMomologue) January 10, 2018
I needed a pack of 49 cent index cards from Target so yeah, of course, I just spent $238.
— inappropriate mom (@nicfit75) September 13, 2017
Every. Damn. Time.
Other Mom: I finished back to school shopping weeks ago
Me: I went to Target but couldn't remember why I was there so all I have is wine
— MyQuestionableLife (@2questionable) August 2, 2017
Are you even a mom if you don't pull a crayon from your purse to sign your receipt at Target?
— ThisOneSays (@ThisOneSayz) March 31, 2017
I ran into Target to buy pencils & accidentally spent $257.63.
Long story short, my husband says I'm not allowed to go to Target anymore.
— Sarcastic Mommy (@sarcasticmommy4) April 4, 2017
Seriously! They must pump something through the air vents.
People who aren’t used to being in Target:
There are rules. Stay in your lane. The left lane is for passing only. Enjoy the popcorn. If the mom in front of you is smelling candles, be patient. Your turn is coming soon. Smile at everyone, this is our church.
— Lady Lawya (@Parkerlawyer) December 21, 2017
I go to Target to forget my troubles and everything I needed to buy.
— MyQuestionableLife (@2questionable) December 7, 2017
The bad part about going to Target by yourself on a Saturday night is…
…absolutely nothing. It’s one of the world’s purest joys.
— MyMomologue (@MyMomologue) November 5, 2017