Having it all together is probably boring anyway.

Having it all together is probably boring anyway.

I left my bag at Target on Monday. 

I’ve left bags at the store before, but this was the first time I’ve ever left my only bag behind. 

Yes. That’s right. 

I only had one shopping bag. And somehow I managed to walk out of the store without it. 



First let’s take note of the fact that I was even able to make it out of the store (obviously that’s an expression in my case) with one bag. That’s discipline, ya’ll. Pure discipline. 

When you’re on a tight budget you grab the essentials. In my case that was a new pink planner and How to Train Your Dragon 2 party ware. Not because we’re having a party but because the plates and cups were only $.50 and it’s fun to eat on dragon ware. I also grabbed chips and cookies because well…chips and cookies. 

Ya know? The essentials. 



It wasn’t until Tuesday morning that I felt the urge to write in my shiny new planner. I was finally ready to tackle some 2014-2015 planning, but five minutes later I was on the phone with Derrick, the Target customer service guy. 

Sure enough my bag was there! 

Oh thank God. There is still good. There are still people in the world who will do the right thing with planners and clearance party ware.  



“Do you know what this is, Derrick?” 


“It’s God’s love for me! God loves me and he loves you too, Derrick!”

Umm…OK, ma’am. We’ll have your bag at the service desk until 1:00pm. 



I guess a wise woman would take leaving her only shopping bag behind as some kind of wake up call to be present, embrace each moment, slow down, blah, blah, blah.

I tried that, but the laundry kept coming and the people that live here still want to eat. A lot. 



Maybe I won’t ever be the kind of mom who has it all together?

Maybe I’ll always be frazzled?

I want to be present. I do. 

But my kids talk a lot and some days it’s hard to keep up. When you’re trying to pay, count money, not drop your keys or cell phone, and not forget your only bag and your son wants to talk to you about all.the.things that are for sale at the checkout aisle you do things like leave your only shopping bag behind. 

And that’s OK. 


Having it all together is probably boring anyway. 

Don’t you think?



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Adrienne is a Florida homeschooling mom of two boys, follower of Jesus, and lover of words. She's an imperfect parent surviving on God's grace and mercy, lots of yoga, and regular doses of salty ocean air! Find her as @TheMommyMess on Twitter and connect with her on Facebook.




  1. says

    I feel your pain. Lately, I’ve been forgetting things that I have on my calendar. I mean, why bother putting them on at all if I’m going to forget, right? This was about a month before the school year ended. Noodge 1 comes up to me and says, “Mom, aren’t we going to leave now?” Leave? “Where?” I say. “My Science Expo.” Not one of my finer mommy moments. I hadn’t fed anyone dinner and he needed to be at the school in ten minutes. We live 15 minutes away. That’s one for the therapist’s couch. 😉
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  2. says

    Oh how I hate it when I walk out without my bag not that I have done so in a long time which is a shock in itself …………that said I often have a memory like a sift
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  3. says

    Seriously- I love you. I love everything about this post. It SCREAMS real. And I love real! I love that I could easily have shared a similar experience about four dozen times just this summer. I love that you EMBRACE the madness and don’t fight it with a critical rebuke.

    Lets go shopping at Target together… I guarantee I will forget my phone or worse yet, a kid.
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    • says

      Summer has made me cra cra! I was so ready for the break but at this point I’m convinced that summers are harder! I don’t know what day it is, where I parked my car, who’s spending the night, or what’s for dinner. Ever.