As we were turning into the parking lot (after the 10 minute ride where we were all giddy talking about how great the car is, how smooth it rides, how roomy it is, that it has a DVD player, and how it is definitely NOT the Korean Batmobile we left behind that we love to hate) Ryan asks, "What is this place?" I tell him that it's Wal-Mart. I guess his memory has faded after 6 months on the ROK. He then asks what this Wal-Mart place has. My response, "It's Wal-Mart, what doesn't it have?" I told him it has food, toys, bath stuff, books, clothes, etc. He replies in an awe-filled voice, "Wow, so it has everything that people need?" Yup. Pretty much kid.
We got out of the car and walked toward the store. I retrieved my military id and ration card from my wallet and approached the doors of the store I have vowed to never shop in again. Several times over. Yet I keep returning. Very quickly I tucked them both back in my purse in just enough time to spare myself the embarrassment of showing them to the greeter to gain access to the store. We are creatures of habit. I know those of you who have been stationed overseas have also done this and are laughing!
We grabbed the items we needed and checked out. We weren't sure where to go next, as it was only 7:45 and we knew the rest of the house would still be sleeping. We climbed into the Odyssey (which I have missed so much...and swore I would NEVER EVER drive, but thank God that I have it and that it is paid off) and arrived at Target when it opened at 8. The kids were ridiculously overtired and Ryan was a crying mess off and on the whole time, but it was so great to be back in America, shopping in Target, and in a place where people understood the language I was speaking. We checked out, got a muffin for the kids and a Starbucks for me, and headed back to attempt to reprogram our clocks and distract the kids from their overtired crankiness with a swim in Grandma and PaPaw's pool before nap.
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