Last year, I was all dynamite and gung ho about Toy Sales. I had a strategic plan, I had accessed all the pre-pre catalogues that didn't even show the prices, circled everything I wanted for Carter carefully, and wrote many a list. I checked and rechecked that list, conferred with Deon over every.single.item driving him completely batshit crazy and looking like he wanted to die every time I flashed the catalogue at him.
On the day of the toy sale, I went a little Hunger Games and actually stalked someone for the last Boris from Dinosaur Train. They'd pick it up, stare at it, walk for a bit and then put it back down then. Drove me crazy. I still can't believe they were oblivious to the eyes burning in the back of their head. I noticed a small group of people watching Boris in the same manner I was, and my competitive streak kicked in. I enlisted Margaret who had been dragged into this with me to set up position on the other side of this poor guy so in the off chance I failed to reach it, she would be my backup. I just wanted that plastic orange monstrosity so bad that all rational thoughts went out of my head and by the second time Boris was placed back on the shelf, I swooped in pushing others out of the road, gave an insincere 'sorry!' and fled off as quick as I could.
All for a motherfreaking plastic dinosaur. What we do for our kids. Who had I become?
This year, I've flicked though the catalogue with a passing interest and felt an overwhelming 'Thank God that's not me' when reading tweets and Facebook statuses about queues and toy tussels. I have to go to Target tonight anyway so I'll pop in to see what's there, but there will be no stalking this year.