Bag Lady


It’s official. I’m a bag lady. Literally. It’s bad enough that I’m a “big purse” kind of gal, but when I started having to drop off The Muffin at daycare in the mornings on my way to work, here is what I’m loaded down with as I walk out the door:

  • pocket book (and for my West Coast readers, substitute purse)
  • diaper bag
  • breast pump
  • insulated bag for milk
  • lunch bag
  • school bag (with plan book and papers to be graded, etc.)
  • laptop
  • (and one day, just for good measure, I added my bag of dry cleaning)

And to make matters worse, because I have an affinity for the classic and “go with everything,” well, they’re all black. Leads to conversations with the Hubby like this:

ME: Hon, can you hand me my laptop case?
HIM: Sure. Here ya go.
ME: No, it’s the other black bag
HIM: This one?
ME: No, that’s the diaper bag, the other black bag.
HIM: This one?
ME: No, that’s the breast pump, the other one
And so on…

So what’s the lesson here? Consolidate? Resort to a granny-walking-home-from-the-grocery-store type rolling cart? Invest in a chiropractic practice? Lose the kid? Add some color to my life? Hmmm…Got me.

And just in case, dear readers, you think I’m simply employing the use of hyperbole, I offer photographic proof:


  1. Minimeltdown says:

    Wow! And I thought I had A LOT of bags, but alas, you win. No breast pump for me.