You know how when a baby gets older but still wears diapers, you get to carry around a diaper bag a lot less? I mean, you still have to have it because you never know when you will need a diaper and somehow your kid is always sticky so you need wipes. But you no longer have to lug the thing everywhere. You just need less. I leave it in the car most of the time, but the one place I always take it in is church. Because lets just face it - it takes a lot of stuff to get my daughter through that long of a stretch without a meltdown, a bolt down the aisle to the front, or a screaming mimi fit. I carry sippy cups, and passies, and toys, and snacks, and medicine, and old make-up brushes, and small books, and an epi pen. Then as soon as church is over every Sunday, I shove it back in my vehicle and let it sit there until next Sunday comes along. The problem is, I forget about all the extra stuff that gets stuck down in there every week when I'm trying to haul my 76 pounds of baggage and three kids out of the church building while Aaron is shaking hands and visiting. So tonight as I cleaned the nasty thing out, I decided it was pitiful enough to turn into a blog post. So here it is, "You just never know what you will find in the diaper bag".
This is my dear husband's Bible that his father gave him and that he likes to use when he preaches. It was at the bottom of the bag and is now covered in some type of unidentifiable sticky substance. It has been considered "missing" for at least five weeks.
This is a lone, striped rock. Not sure why I have a lone, striped rock in my bag, but I have a feeling it has something to do with one of the boys that I went to the trouble of giving birth to.
This is a pile of garbage because we are apparently too lazy to walk to the trash can in the foyer. My truck looks just like this times 7,000,000. We are a disgusting people.
This is one, sad, lonely sock. I'm sure at one point in it's life it had a mate, but alas, apparently the mate met some type of awful fate and this sock has been widowed. It's possible the incident had something to do with the cheeto on this poor guy. I mean seriously, who gets cheeto on their feet?
This is apparently the reason why I can never find a passy. They all find their way to the abyss that is the diaper bag - never to be seen again.......................
This is a photo of three, week and a half old, getting mushy eggplants. Why do I have old eggplants in my diaper bag you may ask? Well that, my friends, is an excellent question to which I say....................I have no idea.
Don't be like me,
Cassie
Cassie
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