I knew it. As I opened my first statement yesterday of the Target credit card that I KNEW I shouldn’t have gotten, I remembered that the lack of self-control was the main reason I stayed away from all credit cards for the last 5 years.
And it’s not just because Target has, like everything I need in life, but it has everything I forgot I needed all in one place.
Or toilet paper.
Or a light pink KitchenAid mixer.
And I can’t even cook.
What is the rule that you can’t escape Target for under $50? Being the overachiever that I am, I doubled that rule. Yay, me. Now, I have banned myself from even carrying the wretched card in my wallet. I begged my roommate to hide it and was told I needed to have self-control. So, I hid it in my nightstand. Only to have to pull it out again to return a pair of pants I bought last week. Lord, help me.