Walking though Target with a giant pushing cart,

can barely fit through the aisle and then my child farts.

You give me a dirty look, like I have too many kids.

Here u want one? I’m accepting bids.

Every aisle that we walk down they keep asking for a toy,

and who keeps bothering his siblings, of course it’s my boy.

I try to feed them snacks and buy them a cake pop,

when the fussin’ starts again I think this trip will be a flop.

But we keep on going to gather what we need,

oh my, what am I gonna do…the baby needs to feed.

And this one has to poop, and the other has to pee.

Thank god for Target’s family bathroom for the kiddies and me.

We finish in the potty now back to shop,

down goes one kid out the cart, he goes flop.

That’s what happens when your messing around.

Ugh, in Target can my sanity be found?

Everyone back on, now it’s time to get some more,

the oldest shouts “oh this trip is such a bore!”

I rush around to get all that we need ,

I end up buying so much more cause that’s the Target breed;

breed that I am and so are you,

if you also go to Target cause it makes you less blue.

Mommin’ these days it can be really rough,

parenting is challenging, it can be so very tough.

One is always crying, the other one may yell,

and of course there’s always the one that fell.

But Target is my happy place so that’s where I still go,

when I can’t complete my shopping I get inspiration for my flow.

So, trippin’ through Target that’s what we do,

and maybe the next time we are there, I’ll see you.

Cause moms like me we often need a break,

and our love for Target is something we can’t fake.