Monday, July 20, 2009

A Revelation

Yesterday when we left church, I collected my diaper bag and my purse. When I walked into church I had a perfectly normal assortment of items in my purse: wallet, checkbook, pen, coupons, lipstick, etc... When I walked out of church with my purse I was also carrying: one Sippy cup, one bag of Goldfish, my husband's sunglasses, a color crayon, three baby toys, two pacifiers, a burp rag and a shoe.

Then it hit me. I have become a walking junk drawer. The human embodiment of that place in your house whose job it is to simply catch the flotsam and jetsam of life. Some things stay forever and some just temporarily, but the universal truth is that the larger your junk drawer, the more junk you collect.

That's why I have firmly resisted the compulsion to buy a larger purse everytime I buy a new one. It will just mean carrying more stuff for my family. Which brings me back to my earlier idea about getting a Sherpa...

4 comments:

Karin Schueller said...

LMBO! I sell purses... and sometimes I have ladies that get upset that my 'standard' size isn't big enough... and that's exactly what I tell them... the bigger it is, the STUFF you will carry, lol. All you really need is your wallet, right???? Bless your heart. I think you have years of being a junk drawer ahead of you...

Rjs said...

Yep, Eric says all the time my purse is a big bottomless pit. Glad I'm not the only one!

monica said...

Oh this is so true!!

Kitty Laird said...

A great post! Just thinking that the other day...