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...