I’m a Bag Lady

I’m a bag lady…..is the realization that I have just come to.

I’d like you to know,  I’m not a homeless bag lady. So, that’s a good thing. But I use those plastic grocery bags more than I’d like to admit. For instance, I have bags OF bags hanging on doorknobs in my home as do most people. Well, maybe they aren’t on everyone’s doorknobs, but mine are.

With most people, I’m sure the bags stop there but not me. When I straighten a room, I put things in those plastic bags to deal with later. So not only do I have bags of bags, I have bags of “stuff to deal with later” which could be anything from medications to take to the police station to dispose of, to the stuff I took out of my purse that I had no idea what to do with at the time I changed purses. And I use those bags in my little trash cans too! It’s absurd how these bags have taken over along with the paper (see my other post about paper). There is no telling what you might find in a plastic grocery bag at my house! New clothes or shoes, items bought to give away, or items to send back to their rightful owners that someone left here, something that needs to be returned to the store, you name it, it’s probably in a bag here. And if it isn’t in one now, it either was or will be.

This is not even to mention the tote bags full of books or knitting and crocheting projects.

I think it might be time to clear out the paper AND bags and give everything in the bags a new home.

Frankly, if my house ever caught on fire, it would probably burn and melt very quickly at this point.

 

Okay

Okay, so I had some other posts on here but I had to get rid of them. “Why?” You might ask. Well, because I didn’t know what I was doing. It’s ok though, I’ll figure it out. I’m always having to figure things out. Like why in the world do I have to deal with paper on a daily basis? I have a love, hate relationship with it. I know I need it, but I never can seem to figure out what to do with it after I think I need to keep part of it for some reason. So it lands in a pile somewhere. The piles become mounds and then I begin to wonder if my life is just one big pile of paper. I do, however,  like it if it is a small rectangular piece which has typed on the front of it, “pay to the order of” with a line next to that which has my name on it and a dollar sign with a number next to it. And I also like paper in book form with good things written on it. A few other ways I like paper…..burning, in the recycle bin, invitations and thank you notes. Other than that…..

About

About me? Well, what am I about? Mom, that’s what. Just a mom with a lot to do. Marriage that is ending after 33+ years. Four biological children. Three adopted children. Guardian of another. Children I fostered that I consider mine. A couple others that were not fostered that I consider mine. Grandchildren. Catholic Christian and not afraid to share. That’s about it!

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