Real Life with Jenny: What's (Really) in My Bag...
Written by: Jenny
The bigger the purse, the more crap that can go in it. Right?! I recently started carrying the cutest backpack.
Love it. But, it started getting heavier and heavier... and heavier and finally I just dumped the contents and then laughed at what I had accumulated.
I blame a lot of this on my children. Moms, you know how it goes. 'I want to bring my five Matchbox cars I was playing with in the backseat into Target, but the second we walk into the store, I no longer want to hold them'. So, yeah. Found that.
Gum. When you're torn between peppermint and arctic grape, so you buy both 40-piece containers. Which eventually fall out of said containers and end up in the bottom of cute blue backpack. Yeah that.
Obvi, I'm all about fresh breath. And, an alternate flavor in case I'm burned out on the grape and mint... cue the Altoids.
Dry lips. Probably one of my biggest peeves. But, really? SIX lipsticks?
Phone charger. Sunglasses. Necessities.
Keys. Necessity... but really? 25? I'm only exaggerating slightly. My husband calls me 'the janitor'. I gotta do better. The first step is admitting there's a problem, right?
Tampons and pads. First, let's talk about how I am on the pill so I DON'T have a period. So, why the 25 varieties of feminine products in my bag? And while we are on the topic... can we just discuss how I almost wrote a letter to Tampax for changing the (purple) light, (yellow) regular, (green) super packaging to the multi-color floral motif wrappers making it REALLY tricky for a girl to quickly take care of leaky business on the go? Never wrote it. But, happy to get that off my chest.
Wallet. Another necessity. But, why two checkbooks? I swear, I am not that girl at the HyVee checkout busting out a check. And I always laugh a little to myself at the ZERO cash I carry. A mugger would be so disappointed to rob me. Well, unless of course they're desperate for a pantyliner...