We have three kids and a house and I stay home. We don't have spare cash, but we have what we need and we need what we have and I am very happy with my life blah blah blah. One of the two Christmas gifts I received was a rug from Target. We really needed a larger sized rug in our living room for the kids to play on, and I knew the only way I could ever justify the $180 was to make it my Christmas present, half from Luke, half from his parents. I got the tan chunky shag rug and was happy with it, but I couldn't get it straight. I thought maybe I needed a non-slip pad and I kept straightening and straightening until I finally realized that the rug was crooked. Crooked! Luke measured it, and it was three inches wider on one side than it was on the other. Great. Blah. So yesterday afternoon we loaded all three kids and my crooked Christmas present rug into our 1998 Explorer and took it back to Target to exchange. It was fine and customer service was fine and it was a huge hassle but whatever.
Today, all day, I looked for my extremely beloved Angelpack. You know, my Angelpack? I bought it when Alice was tiny and use it LIKE CRAZY. I have carried my kids everywhere in this thing, I love it, it is part of my daily routine, it is part of our system of getting by, I need it, I always know where it is. Except today I didn't. I searched my tiny and fairly well organized house up and down, at one point even begging Clark to help me. I had to get a few groceries and had no clue how to take my three kids aged four years and under to the store without it. I finally gave up and went out to the store without it and had to use the big cart. You know? The Big Cart? The one the size of a bus? I pushed my two kids (who together weigh about 80 pounds) in it while also holding the 15 pound baby in my arms and knocked off some of the store's SALE signs in the process. (That is not a joke to be funny, I literally knocked signs down and off and also slammed into some things while the kids laughed like maniacs and I cussed in my head. We are fun!)
Around 4pm today I had a bad thought: what if the Angelpack got snagged on my purse and somehow fell out into the Target parking lot when we were exchanging the crooked messed up rug yesterday? WHAT IF?
I called Target.
"Hi, um, I am afraid something of mine may have fallen out of my car in your parking lot yesterday."
"It's a baby carrier... uh, sling, carrier, thing. It's brown and has buckles and has flowers on one side?"
"Oh yeah we saw that out in the parking lot yesterday, we didn't know what it was. I'm sorry."
"Oh, so you have it?"
"No but it was still out there when we were closing up and leaving last night. I don't think anyone brought it in though. Uh, sorry. But, I can check."
"No, sorry, it's not out there anymore and we don't have it in here, yeah, I'm sorry."
"I need it and I USE IT EVERY DAY AND THEY COST LIKE $150!"
"Oh, yeah, I'm sorry."
Then I said goodbye and yelled a very very bad word that starts with an F, tears streaming down my face.
That might sound dramatic, but seriously? My baby carrier was a part of my everyday life for the last two years and I loved it. The kids call it my "pocket" and it feels like an extension of myself. I cannot afford to purchase a new one right now. I have no idea how I am going to get Clark from preschool, walking all three kids in and out of the building, without it. I have no idea how to get groceries, get the baby to take a nap when he's feeling fussy, vacuum the house, or start dinner. Truly. I don't know how to be a mom to three tiny kids without my Angelpack, my pocket, my extra arms. I don't just use it, I rely on it.
I am mad at myself for letting it fall out of the car when I returned Target's shoddy crooked rug. More, though, I am mad at Target for their lazy attitude towards their customers. First I fell on my face in front of their employees without anyone saying a word to me, and now they are lazily ignoring lost items in their parking lot rather than putting them in the lost and found? They saw it, they knew it was there, they inspected it thoroughly enough to know that they "didn't know what it was", then what? They threw it back down on the ground, closed up the store, got in their cars and drove home? Just like, no big deal. We saw it out there. We left it out there. It looked weird and we didn't know what it was. It obviously belonged to a customer, Target people, it obviously was someone's thing. Someone's property. It obviously wasn't supposed to be on the ground in your parking lot all night long.
I guess I hope that the person who has it at least knows what it is and uses it.
Then maybe I will see them out shopping with it someday and happily call them out.
(Sorry for the excessive number of photos. This is just how strong my feelings about the Angelpack are.)