Bag Lady

My mom told me that when I was younger, I loved to carry around purses filled to the brim with anything and everything that I would find around the house. To be honest, I'm no packrat but sometimes I'll switch purses and diaper bags and then end up with thirty bags each with their own lip gloss, diapers in various sizes, gum (even though I've got a bad case of TMJ), sunglasses, Luna bars and spare keys. Why I can't just keep everything organized and shift the miscellaneous items as I move from bag to bag is beyond me. I like my stuff. Big D is a neat freak and he doesn't like piles of any sort. Everything has a place, and if it doesn't, then we really don't need it (according to him!)I'm learning to let go of my piles and "stuff," but it ain't easy. What's crazy is how much Jam has inherited this exact trait. He loves carrying things around the house and he collects things in boxes, tupperwares, and bags. Today he took a Huggies box and put a toothpaste box, his toothbrush, and some soap inside of it and just carted it around the house. We have a ridiculous amount of toys to play with, so why he thinks that this Huggies box of goodies is fun is really beyond me...but then again, I'm the recovering bag lady, so am I really one to talk?