Crazy Month of June: Decided to Ditch the Purse

It all began earlier this week. I was so wound up at work, and with all the kids' end of year activities I had been running around like a chicken without a head. With all of these things piling up I still manage to volunteer and help out with the class party (Why?). So now I have to make 23 goody bags and find a craft to keep a bunch of 9 year-olds from getting bored to death. Because naturally there is not enough for them to do in today's busy world. Naturally.

So, I am at the dollar store looking for a bunch of knick-knacks to fill these bags, then suddenly my cell phone rings. I have different items in my hand trying to decide which they would like most. Although, I know they will end up in the garbage after a few seconds of opening up the bags. But I insist in trying to find the best one. I reach for my phone and it's my daughter wanting to know if she can have a play date. This was a real important call (yeah right), but now I can't find my little pieces of junk. Thinking I put them back I grab more "stuff." As I am at the register I start to look for my wallet and out come the original items that I had in my hand. Totally embarrassed and a line full of strangers I start to unload my purse. All along I am trying to explain my pathetic "run around life" to a 17 year-old clerk named Donna who could care less. Now I am forced to buy 3 more pieces of scrap that will surely end up in the trash before I make it home.

Three days later I'm off to the races again. This time in search of a baseball glove because my daughter decides to try out for the all-star softball team and she is unable to locate her glove (did I expect anything different). Now I am in a mad dash looking for a certain brand of glove which I had written down on a piece of paper and threw in my purse. And of course I can't find the paper. I go to the counter and try to describe the glove. I get this weird look from a middle-aged man whose name tag says Homer. I then turn to a clearance table and start the search in my purse. I empty it all out with no luck and as I start tossing everything back in, I grab a hand warmer that's on the table and it slips into my bag. Here comes Homer requesting that I search for that darn piece of paper that I had explained to him earlier was lost. I turn my purse over and not only does the paper fall out but so does the clearance item. I am mortified. Homer must really think that I am that desperate for a hand warmer in the middle of June. I apologize and quickly head out the doors feeling like a real loser, and without the glove (how pathetic).

Today, I am shopping all over town looking for a black leotard for my other daughter's dance recital. Which in actuality I should have bought 2 months ago, but like always I procrastinate and wait until the day before. I start off at the shopping mall, here we have dozens of stores and I am sure to find one (not). Of course they are sold out because everyone else in this small town has a doggone dance recital the same day. Alas, I find the very last one in the smallest of all shops at the end of town. I reach into my purse to pay for it and guess what I have no money, only a checkbook (does it ever end).

As I am going to ask the woman ( I could careless if she had a name) if she takes checks she immediately points to the sign which says "CASH ONLY!" I turn my purse over and empty it out for the third time this week in search of cash to no avail. I desperately beg if they could hold the item for me and was politely told "NO!" I walk out, sit in my car and look at my purse. (AHHH)
I finally yell its "all your fault" as I throw it in the back seat and see all its contents emptied out for the last time. I decide to wear a fanny pack from now on.