Bag Lady

When we were growing up, we always used to make fun of my mom for the giant purses she would carry around. These things could store a town in them (now of course, we make fun of her for the fanny packs she routinely sports).

But now that I am a mother of many, I can understand the need for such a giant fixture. I always have diapers, extra clothes, pacifiers, toys and more in there just in case. It is not uncommon for me to be searching for something and dig out a bunch of cars or crayons that Eli has tossed in for me to tote for him too. The solution for any problem in our house seems to be found in my purse. The untrained person generally finds it impossible to locate anything in my "Mary Poppins" bag but I can feel around and blindly find anything.

To put in perspective just how ridiculous my purse is, let me relay to you some details from this morning. I took Eli and Marina to Wal-Mart with me to buy a new "big-boy" car seat (an idea which has been protested by Eli all day - he is not big on change). As usual, my purse was banging into things and falling off of my arm for the entire hour-long excursion. During this time, I had to access my wallet and multiple other things in the giant bag and nothing struck me as odd. Then, when I got home, I remembered that last night, I had borrowed a metal caulk gun from my mom's house (do you know how big and heavy those things are??). I searched my purse for it and what do you know, there it was hidden in my purse under the loads of crap. So, as you can see, it has gotten so bad that I don't even notice a big metal tool floating around in there.

I am a mom and I've got all kinds of problems, including a sore shoulder.