What’s in your bag?!?
I had a moment today in T@rget. I was stocking up on Kleenex, Goldfish, Boogie Wipes…the usual suspects. I reached into my bag looking for chap stick, lip gloss…NADA. I peered into the depths of what has become the Mama Bag and just started laughing. It was chaos in there…and nothing that you would expect to find in a purse…especially not my gorgeous Tori Burch bag.
When I was a young, single, convertible driving chick, I carried teeny little handbags. Inside you would find:
Starbucks Breath Mints (because you never know!)
My gym card (because I was a Nazi about working out in those days)
Movie Ticket stubs…I used to go all the time
a plastic bracelet from a club (often hastily removed in the hospital parking lot on my way to work)
And in the “secret zipper area?” Motrin. For those days that I am removing the plastic bracelet mentioned above.
Now? My handbag is filled with stuff that doesn’t belong to me.
Keys??? Um…no. My keys would never be anywhere that conspicuous!
A half empty–or half full (Depending on your state of mind) bag of Teddy Graham’s
A changing pad and two diapers (because you never know!)
A dusty binky that no one ever loved
A plastic dinosaur (great for bribes)
A gym membership (I keep hope alive)
A receipt from Starbucks. Lack of sleep makes coffee a necessity. Marriage makes breath mints kind of obsolete.
ONE SOCK. Why do babies lose socks so often???
A ticket stub from Chuck E Cheese (Because who the hell gets to go to the movies??)
And in the “secret zipper area?” Lollipops–great for BRIBES and Motrin. Great for days when I haven’t slept because of two small children.