A Midweek Target Run and Some Plant Drama

Hey everyone, it’s been a minute since I’ve popped in here with an update, and honestly, this week has been such a blur that I’m just gonna ramble about the small stuff. I promise I’ll get to something more exciting soon—like maybe a weekend trip or a recipe that doesn’t involve burning toast—but for now, let’s talk about my Wednesday Target run and the absolute state of my houseplants.

So, midweek errands are my personal hell. I don’t know why I thought going to Target on a Wednesday afternoon would be anything other than a disaster, but I needed shampoo, coffee pods, and a new throw blanket for the couch because Ren keeps stealing the good one to nap under. I get there around 3 p.m., and it’s packed. Like, inexplicably packed. There’s a guy in the shampoo aisle just standing there, staring at the Head & Shoulders like it’s gonna reveal the meaning of life. I’m weaving through with my little cart, trying not to hit anyone, and I swear every kid in a 10-mile radius is having a meltdown in the toy section. I finally grab what I need, plus a candle that smells like “autumn harvest” (aka overpriced cinnamon), and I’m in line for 20 minutes because only two registers are open. Why do I do this to myself? I could’ve ordered this stuff online, but noooo, I had to “get out of the house.”

Anyway, I get home, unload my haul, and Ren immediately claims the throw blanket. I’m like, “Seriously? I bought this for the couch!” and he just grins and wraps himself up like a burrito. We ended up watching some random Netflix doc about deep-sea creatures while sipping on Keurig coffee that’s somehow worse than usual. Note to self: maybe don’t buy the off-brand pods next time.

Now, onto the plant drama. I’ve been trying to keep my little indoor jungle alive, but I’m starting to think I’m cursed. My monstera has decided it’s done with life and is dropping leaves like it’s auditioning for a fall foliage commercial. I’ve repotted it, watered it, moved it closer to the window, sung to it (okay, not really, but I’m tempted). Nothing works. Meanwhile, my snake plant is thriving, which feels like a personal attack because everyone says those are impossible to kill. How am I killing the “easy” one and not the “indestructible” one? Lissa came over yesterday and laughed at the sad state of my plant shelf. She’s got a green thumb and offered to take the monstera home for a “plant rehab,” but I’m stubborn. I’m gonna figure this out. Maybe I’ll watch some YouTube tutorials tonight if I can stay awake past 9 p.m.—my sleep schedule is a whole other mess.

Oh, and speaking of Lissa, she mentioned something funny while she was here. She’s been researching old city records for a project, and apparently, our little downtown area used to have a public fountain that got torn down in the 1920s because people kept throwing coins in it for wishes during the lunar eclipse festivals. I had no idea we even had those back then, but it’s kind of a cute image—people tossing pennies under a weirdly lit sky, hoping for good luck. Anyway, random history tangent over.

I’m winding down for the night now, probably gonna scroll through Pinterest for plant care tips I’ll forget by morning. Ren’s already snoring under that stolen blanket, and I’ve got a mug of chamomile tea that’s gone cold because I forgot about it while writing this. If anyone has monstera-saving advice, hit me up in the comments. Or just tell me I’m not alone in hating midweek errands. I’ll be back soon with something less mundane, I swear. Maybe I’ll finally tackle that chicken curry recipe I’ve been eyeing. Until then, thanks for reading my chaos!