Mommy has never really been much of a girly-girl, and when it comes to purses, as long as the bag holds the stuff I need, I'm good. I'm not one to have a bunch of fashionable bags, and when it comes to name brands, I am as clueless as a man. In high school and college, my backpack's front pocket served me well. All I needed was my wallet and my keys, and maybe a brush. I'm a no muss, no fuss sort of girl. When I started my professional career, it was around the time of cell-phone popularity, so ok, there's one more thing that I needed to carry around. And since I was supposed to be a grown up, I invested in my first purse. It was tiny; about four inches of carrying capacity, but it was all I needed. I liked having my hands free to talk (we're Sicilian), hold Daddy's hand or ward off crazy people. Being strapped down by a weighty handbag really didn't appeal to me.
But, as your Daddy said the other night, "Oh, how the mighty have fallen." Actually I corrected him and said it was more like, "Oh, how the Mommy has fallen," because now that I have you, I find myself wielding a bag that could make Wal-mart's inventory jealous.
Let me back up and explain that last paragraph. The other night Daddy and I went out to dinner just the two of us, and we made it special by dressing up a bit. I wrapped up my look by switching bags from the Mommy Satchel that I carry from day to day to a little black purse that was my typical stand by back in my Pre-Ian days. All that it held was all that I needed, both for our dinner date and for my previous life: wallet, keys, phone and believe it or not, lipstick. (Mommy can be a girl every now and then.) It was such a weird moment, and I'm still trying to figure out why. My purse felt so light, and I totally felt like I was standing straighter. But I sorta felt exposed, too. My carry-all that carries all is part of me now, and without it, I felt like something was missing.
It was a good change, though. I could actually find everything I needed! It was right there at my fingertips in a purse that was only four inches deep! But it seemed empty and lonely without the bits and pieces of you and our life that I now carry around.
This afternoon, while you were napping, I took a moment and dumped the contents of the Mommy Bag, and took a step back at all of the crap I am hauling around. No wonder I needed chiropractic care...
So let's see here: In that mess we have a Parenting magazine, my wallet, a toddler water bottle, my lady care zippy bag, a lolly pop that you dropped in the car that I re-wrapped so that way I could throw it away at home (see where it is still...), an empty wipes holder (need to rectify the empty part), two gently used (most likely by you) tissues, a pack of new tissues, a change of pants and undies for you in a ziploc, a board book, a paper back Caillou book, Lovey, a sippy with orange juice in it, a granola bar, your bug bite bag (benadryl, prednisolone, bug spray and tylenol in there) two pens, two hairbrushes, a garnet ribbon, one hairband, a straw, a juice box holder, a toddler fork, a measuring tape and my keys. There is one more item in there, but I don't want to get into a debate about it, but let's just say that people should not sneak up on this diaper-bag-totin' Mama.
I need to mention that nothing was added to or subtracted from the mess that was inside that bag. And I have to say that it's sort of wild to see just how much crap I lug around in the name of preparedness. I think I may need an intervention; the inside of my purse is starting to look like an episode of Hoarders on tv. I'll need to explain that reference to you one day. But for now, I need to clean out my purse.
Love you always,