I have become...

that mom. The slightly frazzled looking woman, wearing sweatpants, a maternity top and flip flops, who is wandering around Target with two kids just randomly throwing krap in the cart. We arrived with no list, and left with what we needed ($7.00 worth of breast pads since aparently, the girls have made enough milk for 8 babies, not one, and ever time my kid cries, or I move at all, the milk starts leaking)and $90 worth of other stuff that we didn't need. A lot of it was stuff that will be useful, a tablecloth, some playdough and other craft stuff for Amelia to be occupied while I'm feeding her brother. I also got a few christmas gifts for Amelia. But still. I really just shouldn't go to target.