It's crazy how much I don't like going into stores during certain times anymore. And by certain times I mean mostly anytime between open and close. I kid mildly, but really I've come to have a real distaste for running into a Target on a Saturday. We have a good sized town center 4 miles from my house with most every basic need and then some for retail options. I've always loved this lovely outdoor mall but in recent years, it takes a lot for me to go to it any ol'time of day.
My ideal time to frequent it is during the week on maybe a Monday, Tuesday, or a Wednesday between the hours of 8am and about 1pm. Crowds are minimal, those that are there also seem to be on the same wavelength of appreciating less chaos, and inventory is at peak. This. This is when it exudes its holy land esque style for me.
Hunter has never been one much for store hopping, here and there of course, but he's quite content setting me loose to handle anything we want or need. Silly or super awesome of the dear lad, you may be the judge. We popped into our Target over the weekend, during one of their busiest hours, at the end of a hurricane week where people are still recovering in a variety of ways. Dumb dumb dumb dumbbbbb.
A merry and happy Monday to you, darling.