Why Mums Need Big Bags.

Pre-children, I would empty my little handbag and find a couple of crumpled receipts, a lip gloss or two, a lighter, a purse, and a phone.

The findings during the clearing out of my mahoosive mum bag never cease to astonish me.


A phone,

a purse,
hand sanitizer,
lipstick,
napkins,
babywipes,
numerous flyers for various children's activities,
some crumbs from a variety of food stuffs,
buttons,
beads,

every Dulux colour chart in existence,

a snotty tissue,

IKEA pencils,

and IKEA tape measures,

a broken crayon from Pizza Hut,

several tiny servings of sugar and sweetners pinched by the child in that cafe, 

a bus timetable, 

receipts dating back to 2012,

a pebble that was apparently too magical to throw away,
a pair of child's pants,

loom bands, 

oh so many loom bands, 

so many loom bands that I could weave a new loom band bag to carry all of this useless mum paraphernalia,

odd socks,

The Gruffalo,

most of the sand from the seaside,

and a half-eaten gingerbread man.

And that's why mums need big bags!