I swear I'm not going to complain about my back (even though it hurts BAD, it's not as bad as it was yesterday. Yesterday I nearly passed out it hurt so much. But today, Dr G. and I were reunited, and I told him I didn't want to come back because I was mad at him, and he was much nicer, which made me slightly less mad at him, and this is the best run-on sentence in the world.) But since I'm not griping about my pain, I thought I'd enlighten you in other ways.
Ready, set, go!
So, when you're me, (hah!) you have a lot going on. In order to keep your life semi-organized, you have to have a lot of bags.
"Bags?" you ask. "Why bags?"
Well, I'll tell ya. See, there's my purse/diaper bag. It is my go-to-anywhere-that-I-bring-my-children-to bag. It contains the following items: Sling, wallet, nursing cover, diapers x2, wipes, phone, Woody doll, extra pacifier, old receipts from Walmart, lose change, and earlier today, I found skanky old french fries. (NO I DID NOT EAT THEM! THAT'S GROSS!)
Then there's my doula bags. I have three. One for births, (full of crazy stuff), one for prenatals and one for files. I take my doula bag to places for "work" wherein I don't need an extra pacifier or a diaper or a Woody doll. I ALWAYS need skanky old French Fries so I make sure to throw those in too. It's nice and light. I just bring my wallet and my phone. SO nice. If I need it, I bring my file bag too. (I won't mention my breast pump which is ALSO a bag, and must go with me to births, bringing my total bags for births to FOUR.)
Then there's my church bag. One giant bag, with no pockets.
It is the bane of my existance. (I have a lot of those.)
It is a sucking pit of dispair, fruit loops, church bulletins, manuals, and toys. Oh, and diapers. And wipes. And depending on whether or not it's a pay-day week, a check book, a pen, and rumpled old tithing envelope. And I have to throw my sling and nursing cover in too.
I hate my church bag. I need a different one. It makes me irriated to dig and dig and dig. Last Sunday, I was digging and digging and consequently making a TON of noise, when a very nice woman leaned over and goes, "It's behind your foot." And sure enough, there was Oliver's binky, exactly what I was looking for. Behind my foot. Not in my bag that I was digging around in, like Roto-Rooter.
On dates, I take my purse/diaper bag. I just empty out all the "kiddie" stuff and leave it with the babysitter. (I learned my lesson last week. I MUST send an extra set of pants and undies with Henry... I MUST!). It's not as bad as it sounds, my purse/diaper bag is just a messanger bag, but it is VERY empty with just my wallet and phone, old receipts and skanky french fries.
So, I'm a bag lady. I need a better form of organization. I don't care for all the bags. But I'm very wary of going to just ONE bag. It would take over the world. But what can I do?
What do YOU do to control the insanity?