The Blog Family is about to pack into the car and motor off to Target. It’s looking like it’s going to be an interesting Tuesday.

(This is a SUPER idea, Lois.)

But the clock is ticking. Our “morning at Target” has already become an afternoon, and we haven’t even left yet. Cancel grabbing a late breakfast and start thinking about “lunch.” Now the kid needs another feeding? I once again am left standing at the front door holding the car keys, realizing that feeding leads to diaper changing, and diaper changing eats up more time, and that I could be standing here for 25 minutes.

I decide to sit down at the computer. Now they’re ready and are waiting for me to finish this sentence. Oh, so it’s my fault? What do you mean, “why am I still typing?” I’m done. Let’s go. Target, ho!

Yes, I would agree she needs socks. No, a hat isn’t needed. Gloves? This is Southern California! Only golf and batting gloves are necessary, and even then it’s not detrimental. Got my keys right here. Let’s do this. Where are you going now? I swear, if you’re going for gloves… We’re in the garage, then the car, then another garage: no gloves are needed. I’ll “warm” the car. She just spit up? Yeah, I see that. Okay, I’ll grab her a different shirt. Say, I have an idea, it’s called “Wal-Mart Wednesday.” No?Please?

Okay, I’ll be at the front door. Start thinking about what you want for dinner.