About 15 years ago, I used to go out dancing every friday and saturday night. No, not “twerking” or “grinding” dancing. Swing dancing. I used to get all gussied up in some sort of ’40’s-ish outfit and I would take the pins out of my hair, (because I was making pin curls, obviously.)
Then I would get to choose out of my fantastic collection of purses. Which one do I take tonight? The bright yellow one? The red one with gems? I was sort of into purses. Not shoes, not clothes so much, purses, (although, I loved a good deal on an awesome vintage outfit).
Over the years, as I started using these awesome funky purses less and less, I gave them away. Little by little. (Makes it sound like I had 100’s, it was more like 10.)
Eventually, I got down to one purse that I used daily. I had the normal stuff in it. Wallet, chapstick, compact, etc…Since becoming a mom, things have changed…a bit.
I held out as long as I could. I would carry my cute purse along with my diaper bag. Soon, it ended up inside the diaper bag. Now I just have a wallet. This is my adorable, super stylish “purse” that I use now.
It could be worse. But it is definitely a diaper bag. And lets take a look inside, shall we?
A blanket, homemade baby wipes, two types of sunscreen, toys, diapers. And if you look close enough, my wallet is in the center a bit to the left.
And if we delve a bit deeper, we would discover even more baby stuff that is even less “put-together” mommy stuff. I’m pretty sure there are bubbles that I see, and of course some sort of ointment-most likely desitin. I am feeling more and more glamorous by the second.
Just for grins, I thought I might empty my pockets. I had a chocolate wrapper (chocolate happens to be my coping mechanism, which we are dangerously low on), the backing of a temporary tattoo, and a Dum-Dum stick, (and yes, the inside of my pocket is sticky. Shocker!) That is a sharpie mark on my thumb and I have no idea how it got there. But I do know it’s kid/family related.
What’s in your pocket?