Last night Logan took me out for a night on the town. I decided I didn't need a purse. (Mostly because I didn't have a cute purse to match the new shoes) I didn't need to drive, Logan was paying for everything, he had a cell phone. So I just left the purse/diaperbag at home!
It felt like I had been robbed on a constant basis. There was always that fear popping into my head: "Where is your purse?!" It would cry. Then I'd have to reassure myself that it was all at home. Way too much stress. Probably would have been easier with a mis-matched purse.
I have to agree...it's like there has to be something there to hold onto!ReplyDelete
Isn't that a funny thing? I totally do the same thing.ReplyDelete