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Dad's Purse

When you have a newborn, you get a lot of baggage to carry around. I mean that literally. You get a diaper bag, and you put stuff in it that the baby needs when you go out.

At first the bag was a hassle. We had a big black one with many handy compartments. It did not have a shoulder strap which cost the use of one of my hands while carrying it. It was also a bit of an awkward shape. I carried it around for quite awhile. I got used to it. I learned to enjoy the convenience of having so much stuff with me.

Eventually, Chris got me a new diaper bag that was way better. It had a shoulder strap. It had dedicated compartments for bottles, diapers, a changing pad (also a good place to tote my iPad), and smaller items such as straws, bandages, tissues, etc. It also had a built in refillable wipe container. This was a bag I did not mind carrying. It did not take up any of my hands and I could even put my own personal items in it.

Fast forward about another year, and I do not need to carry around so much stuff. I like having my iPad everywhere at this point, so I added a satchel to my Xmas wish list that could accommodate it with plenty of room for the things I needed for Jupiter. Low and behold, someone got it for me for Xmas and I have been wearing it everywhere I go since.

When I first got it, Chris joked about me having a purse. I thought, "Yeah. It is a little bit like I am carrying purse."

"It's a satchel," I instinctively said defending my gender bias.

Technically it is. At least it was sold as one. You know what though? It is handy to have with me. Even when we have someone babysitting the kids I take it with me. My computer fits into it too, as well as many small items that women for decades have known are handy to have with them in case they need them. I am sure that when I no longer need to carry stuff for the kids, I will continue to carry a bag of some sort. When you see me wearing it, you can call it a bag, a satchel, or even a purse. I will not mind, because I know that it is damned handy to have.
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