Good thing this is a trial week since I haven't made a very good start at fulfilling my promise to re-use my carrier bags for Recycle Week ;-(
I had coffee in town, passed Sainsbury's and decided I needed a few essentials. What possessed me to get a six-pint jug of milk AND a sack of potatoes I don't know since I had a long walk home with just HM (my four-year-old) and the stroller.
After the amazing feat of pushing the stroller, carrying a basket AND sending a text with one hand (without running into anyone) I went to the till and the nice man asked if I needed carrier bags.
Ummm. I looked at the pushchair which was already stuffed with HM's jumper and some rather largish soft toy animals that she insisted we took with us on our walk to town today. Nope, the basket under the stroller would not accommodate the milk AND the potatoes and all our junk.
So I sheepishly admitted I needed a bag and he put my items in two bright orange ones with "Recycle These Bags" printed in white. Rub it in why don't you.
I guess "the thought counts" isn't relevant in this situation, since I obviously didn't think. What no one tells you when you have children is that you lose 10 percent of your brain cells the birth of each child. I had three, in quick succession, which probably explains why I am a complete mess.
But hope is not completely lost. I put those two orange bags in the handbag I usually take when I go into town. Hopefully that will work. Now I just have to remember they are there.
I'm open to ideas people.
