If you’re a blogger, you know all about the “What’s in my hospital bag?” post, and its close friend, the “What’s in my changing bag?” post.
This is one of those posts. Kind of.
I’m long past needing a hospital bag, and I no longer use a nappy bag. But I recently did a bit of a clean out of my handbag, and I thought – yeah, that pretty much says it all. Everything you need to know about my life as a working mother, spread out across my bedroom carpet.
The contents were as follows:
- Pound Shop umbrella
- Several crumpled-up nappies
- Bag of kale chips, because I’m middle-class like that
- Packet of Calpol
- Two sample packets of body lotion
- Pack of gum
- Toddler-sized winter hat and mittens, which I carry around despite the fact that my daughter refuses to wear them
- Adult-sized winter hat, which I carry around despite the fact that my daughter refuses to let me wear it
- The remains of a packet of Organix carrot sticks
- Child-sized hair clips
- Several manky old receipts
- Cinema ticket from the one and only time I managed to go see a film in the past six months
- Dummy box with one dummy in it
- Letter from my daughter’s nursery inviting us to their Christmas party, which we definitely won’t be attending, because there is nothing about a) being forced to sit on a strange pensioner’s lap b) going to nursery on one of her non-nursery days and c) having to interact with others in a ‘festive’ way that she would enjoy
- Hand lotion
- Sanitary pad
- The only lipgloss that I own
- Tide stain stick
- Winter hat craft that my daughter ‘made’ at nursery. Her key worker explained to me that the children were supposed to colour and decorate them, but she didn’t want to – so they sent me home a blank laminated hat, like I’m supposed to put it up on the fridge or some crap.
- My work badge and train pass, which are safely tucked away in a zippered pocket
- All the gross crumbs and loose change that fell out when I turned my bag upside down
The mess in my bag shows what being a parent is all about – the randomness, the untidiness, the kid stuff taking up the space where your stuff used to be. If this looks familiar to you, rest assured that you’re not alone. There are millions of us out there, all struggling with weight of everything that we need to carry on our shoulders.