The Mom Bag

Even though I'm not a mom I used to have a "Mom Bag". You know that magic bag that contains a little bit of everything. I think I had to have one in NYC because I never knew quite what I would need to get through the day. However, since I've lived here I've tried to use a smaller bag and have put my big bag away. Thankfully for Angi and her "Mom Bag" I've been saved twice in a week. Last Tuesday, I had a WEIRD food allergy to something in my lunch and within minutes was itching all over my legs and feet. I tried to keep it to myself but eventually I said something and without even responding verbally, Angi pulled out a handful of Benadryl and handed the pills to me. I told her I just needed one but she said, "take them--you'll need them later". I was ridiculously grateful later that night when I ended up taking two more and going to bed at 7 p.m. Today, I had another incident where I cut my finger with a piece of glass. Blood was pulsing and Angi once again pulled out THE BAG and had a box with a variety of Band-aids. Thank you very much for the mom bag--it rocks!