An unopened fortune cookie

A bottle of Advil

A travel-sized can of Lysol

A clear bra strap (I wasn’t carrying my bra in my purse - the strap came loose when I wore it yesterday)

A MasterCard. No, it wasn’t in my wallet.

Numerous pieces of loose change

An elastic to use if I decide to pull up my hair

Random pieces of paper

Thinking back, I remember a day last week when the same green leather purse, which I have been carrying despite the fact that it doesn’t match anything, also included a sandwich bag of Cheerios, a child’s spoon and an unused diaper.

To make myself feel better about the wasteland that has become my mom purse, I am considering investing in a fancier model. I may need to upgrade my standard hobo to a larger model with multiple compartments. I could make an effort to keep everything organized. I’ll even set aside a pocket for baby snacks and related items.

I’ll feel better on the outside if my mom purse is at least trendy and perhaps a low-end luxury brand. But on the inside I’ll still long for a clutch.