baggage
We’ve all got baggage – right?
Actually,
I’m not even talking about the emotional type.
(Remember those little red wagons?)
I mean,
to be people who live and breathe and eat and drink and to care for other people who live and breathe and eat and drink,
requires a lot of stuff.
It was definitely worse back in the days when Mosely and London were both toddlers and Berg was a newborn.
I might as well have hoisted one of those gigantic plastic carrying cases for your car’s roof top onto my shoulders and carried the pack and play and the changing table and the vast array of toys and food and toiletry items needed up there.
It might have been easier.
It’s a little more simple now.
I don’t have to pack an extra t-shirt for me any longer or diapers for three children in various sizes.
But I still end up with weird things in my bags and I just don’t think I’m alone in that.
Right now,
without staging this post –
I am going to grab my large bag and rifle through its contents.
What do you think I’ll find in there?
Let’s see . . .
Chapstick. (Of course. I carry one in every bag I own and I store chapstick in every room of the house. It’s a sickness.)
Plastic baby spoon. Broken red pen. Two packs of gun and a container of Altoids. Gobs of receipts. A mini moleskin with its pages half-filled. Crushed coupons. A hair clip. Hand sanitizer.
Two bouncy balls. A Lego creation. The coolest pass-the-time-quietly game ever – Rory’s Story Cubes.
More receipts. Loose change. Hair bow for Finn. A letter from Sara to which I need to respond.
A shirt for Otto that declares, “It’s my brother’s fault.”
Checkbook. Wallet. Broken green pen. Church bulletin. Four straws. Finger nail file. One diaper.
A cool drawing from an unidentified child artist.
Broken crayons. A Lego man and his chair.
That’s it.
You know –
that’s pretty tame.
I’ve discovered far more frightening items in my bags.
Sticky lollipops. Too brown bananas. Dirty diapers.
I think I’m doing well today!
Take a look inside your bag right now.
Uncensored, unplanned.
What’s in there?
9 Comments
Jesse Wickstrum
Wallet, itouch, headphones, cell phone, lip balm, keys…
And this is all without a bag.
LaceyKeigley
They do make dude-bags now.
But I guess if you like full pockets….
Jesse Wickstrum
LOL…Indiana Jones had one. It's called a satchel.
Jesse Wickstrum
And what layout/theme is this? I like it.
LaceyKeigley
I think it is called Adventure Journal.
Margie
Im lame…I only carry a wallet.
Last week I went to a 31 party (they have purses, wallets and other organizational items.) The host had us play a game based on all the items a busy mom on the go may have in thier purse. I lost big time.
As for the speaking that I emailed you about earlier. Im supposed to meet with the pastor of our church in a week or so to talk to him about a women retreat. I will get back with you as soon as I know something.
LaceyKeigley
I only carried a wallet for a long time – but then there were all these kids.
Where do you put their things?
A friend just invited me to a 31 party – I had never heard of it before. But my wallet is pretty old school, so maybe I can upgrade!
All good – take your time.
shelley
Thank goodness I just cleaned it out while waiting for a child at the gym. Otherwise it might have been hard to tell if I was reading the contents of my purse or the trash can. ::sigh::
LaceyKeigley
That's probably why my bag was mostly reasonable – I had a few waiting moments somewhere.
I love when I have a chance to de-clutter my bags in someone else's trashcan!!