My brilliant friend Marcia drew this sketch a while back. I love it; it's hilarious. She found her inspiration in her church bag. I peeked in it today. It was gaping with a half-drunk bottle of milk, lots of kids books, and some cookies to help keep her four kids happy. Though I must say, mine is messier and full of stranger things. There's usually a rotten milk sippy cup forgotten weeks earlier. And some diapers that my daughter outgrew as a newborn. And some half colored princess coloring books, bits of paper, and lots of loose crayons, random family photos, cheerioes and other oddities.
It's kind of an old-fashioned thing to have a church bag, I suppose. Even to dress in one's best and sit all together as a family in a pew. I must say, it's one of those vintage activites that I think is worth keeping. Yesterday we were all a bit snappy with each other. After all, who was it that made a hole in the dry wall in the basement? And how in the world did my credit card bill get so big? And who spilled red dye all over the bathroom?
Somehow, today, after going to church, everyone seems a little kinder, a little less irritated with each other, a little better...despite the stinky sippy cup found lurking in my bag.