BackPack Woes
Up until about four years ago I never carried a backpack. A backpack? What am I, seven? Or better yet, I carry one on the off chance I might need to climb a mountain? Sadly, the mom backpack is the most practical vessel to carry the absolutely necessary collection of items required to be the support staff to 5 children ranging in ages 9 months to 13 years and one slightly disheveled husband. Here’s what currently is in my backpack:
- A cell phone — ringtone: “Defying Gravity” from the cast of Glee
- A diaper with Elmo on it
- A travel pack of baby wipes
- A shirt in size 5T and jammies in size 9 months
- A race car with broken wheels that Ty thinks is at the “doctor”
- The prescription information to an anti-anxiety drug I use for airline travel
- Chapstick
- A wallet
- Keys
- ½ eaten bag of rice cakes
- scrap paper with a pizza order written on it
- an energy bar
- a pen
- a gift card to a department store in Chicago (I live in Seattle)
- 2 containers of Purell (the mother’s solution to most things)
- Mints
- 17 cents in loose change
- a “Go Diego Go” sticker book
- a list of things I am not allowed to do to my husband, as agreed on with our marriage and family counselor – this includes things like “no throwing subway sandwiches at him” and “no threatening to divorce him for getting me the wrong subway sandwich” and “no refusing to talk to him while eating a subway sandwich” etc etc etc
- Kleenex
- Cold sore medicine
- A week-old grocery list
- A used “sleeve” from a coffee drink
- A non-slide pad from the bottom of one of our kitchen stools
- 3 Hair bands in assorted colors
- a paperclip
- A Spiderman bandaid
- A bag of cheerios
- Wadded up toilet paper
- A $130 gymnastics lesson receipt
- My husband’s business cards
- The cafeteria lunch menu from the girls’ elementary school
Don’t even get me started about what is in my mini van.
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Is your favorite backpack the one you have all that stuff in? If so, WOW I am impressed! YOU GO GIRL!
My goodness girlfriend that’s a lot of stuff. I’m currently rockin the J- Sim black “leather” hobo that is so heavy it gives me shoulder pain. One of the straps is hanging by threads from strain! I won’t get into the contents here but I thinks it is time for me to join you in the mom backpack club!
LOL on the subway sandwich!
In junior high, my parents wouldn’t buy me a backpack. Instead, I had to use my dad’s cast off briefcases. As soon as I was able in highschool, I started buying my own backpacks.
Through college and then my masters, I wore out two or three backpacks each.
In my first ‘job’ as a ‘professional,’ I tried the briefcase again. I still didn’t feel anything but old. I still carry one every day to and from the office.
I won’t reveal all the contents, but:
1 – #12/1.0 mm chochet hook
1 – altoid (no container)
4 – AA batteries in a ziplock bag
1 – pen sized flashlight (dead AAA battery)
1 – utility tool wrapped with several yards of thick string
1 – large embroidery needle (stuck in the yards of thick string above)
2 – containers of dental floss
1 – razor
1 – toothbrush
1 – thermometer
oh and there’s some work stuff in there too.
I figure, I never know when I’ll be called on to climb a mountain, that or I just never graudated to a briefcase.
Kelly, I am dying! You had to carry a briefcase in junior high???? Jade would never forgive me if I did that to her!
Would I make that up? To make matters worse, my father worked for the phone company. So, the hand-me-down briefcases were the brown leather satchel types, with a zipper. If they would have been the black hard shell executive type, I might have maintained a modicum of cool. No such luck.
Still, it’s given me something to forgive my father for, which is good practice for a pastor don’t you think?