Before I start my bag lady rant, let me state for the record that I had NO CLUE the Beatles song said “Goo Goo G’Joob.” Since the dawn of time, I thought it was “Cuckoo Ka-choo.” I’m sure everyone older than me is snickering because they knew that already and everyone younger than me doesn’t even know what the hell I’m talking about. I’m just crushed that it’s not Cuckoo though. For realz.
That list would have been what Bubba rattled off to Forrest Gump if he were a mama instead of a shrimper.
It’s like I’m a hoarder. But I’m not.
I’m just a mama with two kids under 4.
Bags are taking over my entire downstairs floor. I’m running out of places to put the darn things. One sits precariously on a bar stool, others are scattered on extra chairs at the kitchen table. The backpack gets stuffed in the hall closet. And the rest get perpetually dumped to the left of the door of our first floor master bedroom.
THEY ARE TAKING OVER MY HOUSE and I don’t know what to do about it. I just know that one day I’m going to reach into my “purse” to pay for a gallon of milk and I’ll pull out a breast pump part instead of a wallet.
Goo Goo G’Joob.