My kids are growing up. I know this not because of the fact that they're getting taller, get dressed on their own, or potty (YES!) but because of this one simple fact.
My purse is clean.
I know that sounds strange, but go with me on this one.
The other day I bought a wallet. I was tired of my money being in a bank envelope and having my driver's license wander aimlessly around the inside of my purse. Now, everyone knows that when you buy a new wallet you have to clean out your purse. At least all my Type A friends know this and those Type B people out there, you now have a project.
Anyway, so I'm going through the contents of my purse and I realized something. There were no cars, super heroes, bouncy balls, or toy guns in my purse. There were also no candy wrappers, Cheerios, Bubblicious, or melted chocolate there either.
When the kids were really little, I had all those things in my purse and more. I needed the huge purse in order to carry around all the things my children got tired of carrying whenever we went somewhere.
Now my things are lost in the chasm known as my purse. It's kind of sad, until I realized something.
I can now fill it with lipstick, my address book, some gum for ME, and other fun stuff that I used to put in there BC - before children.
Even after doing that there's still a little bit of room in there for the occasional stray toy that happens my way - just in case.
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