The busier my week, the more crazy the contents of my bag becomes.
I just start shoving things in there as I run out the door, and never bother to go through it all until I’ve lost my key/sunglasses/phone, or need a diaper in the middle of Target. I felt like Mary Poppins as I was dumping out my never ending diaper bag.
Fall gourds and argyle duct tape? Check.
Plastic utensils and a bean-bag pumpkin man? Check.
It was a heck of a week, complete with throwing two surprise birthday parties and a baby shower, lots of tutoring, chocolate cake, and a trip to the farm.
And now I need to go clean out my bag…er, kitchen floor.