I have started a self-imposed Target budget. Sort of. I mean, I don’t have an exact dollar amount in mind because BABY STEPS, y’all. A dollar amount just seems way too restrictive to me. (And that, my friends, is why I’m not in charge of our household finances/budget.)
My Target Budget works this way: stay out. Because if I don’t walk in, it’s impossible for my cart to mysteriously fill with unplanned purchases. I’ve tried to explain this enigma to Matt, and he just doesn’t get it. Men. I walk in for a loaf of bread and somehow walk out with a pair of clearance running shorts. (And forget the bread.) I DON’T EVEN RUN, you guys!! Mysterious, I tell ya.
Anyway, if I have to go (i.e., if the draw is just too powerful and my self-control too weak), I call for backup. Today, I found myself walking through the aisles while instructing Mary Grace, “Do not let mommy buy anything she doesn’t need. You hear me? Nothing we don’t need!” She’s four. I don’t even know. Maybe it’s happened? I’ve finally lost my mind?
I’ll spare you the gory details, but it didn’t work. Case in point:
Not exactly the image of self-restraint I had in mind. Yes, the quasi-budget was blown.
BUT. At least we have new houses for our insects!! For only $1!!
Darn you, Target.