Maroo, are you happy now?
Okay, folks. I did a dry run with the Bagg today. DS and I had a full day. Let me share it with you.
First we went to the dentist. It's a long story, but DS has a crack in one of his teeth. We were worried, but it's nothing to be worried about, but I'm glad I took him. Because now our dentist has a frame of reference, so when he has his next cleaning, if it's gotten worse we can reassess it then. He's not in any pain at all and hasn't shown any sensitivity to hot or cold, so we're just going to brush real good and hope for the best.
As to those of you who are wondering how my four year old got a crack in his tooth without us knowing? Well, we don't know.
Honestly, one day not there, next day, there. Very, very strange. We do have an issue with him absentmindedly putting toys in his mouth while he's watching TV, so it's possible he could have bit down on something, or eaten something hard, who knows. Thank goodness we don't have to have it pulled. Let's keep our fingers crossed that it stays that way.
Now our dentist appointment was at 945, and I was dying to make it back to our hometown (the dentist is one town away, 15-20 mintues) for a preschool story hour at the library that started at 1015. Fortunately, the dentist was quick, so DS picked a prize, and we booked it back to our town and the library. And we made it!
Now the joy of this story hour is that you leave your child there for the hour, and they're read to and do little activities with the children's librarian. Very, very nice. I got some serious browsing done while he was in there. And he loved it, too, so that was a bonus!
Now keep in mind, the baggalini is packed. With everything. Like we're going on vacation. And I've been wearing it all morning. I wore it to the dentist, wore it around the library, and right before I was going to retrieve him from the story room, I put the bagg in the car.
Let's say I wore it for about...2 hours max.
It hurt.
A lot. I had a red mark on my shoulder (I'm wearing a tank today), and it was pulling. Not on my back, but on my shoulder.
You know what? It's a great bag. It's totally not right for me. It's unfortunate, but there you have it. It's not right for me. Because it hurts, and that people, is the key. Also, it felt quite inconvenient to have to flip it around to get my wallet or whatever I needed from it. It's not like the old messenger I had where I can just shift it from my backside to my hip to the front of me so easily.
So now I've got a new game plan. Return the baggalini asap, and march myself right over to the LLBean website. At the advice of eandesmom (did I spell that right), and at my own inner wisdom, I'm going to buy a LLBean backpack for this trip. I'm sick of buying $10 bags that only last us one trip. It's a waste of money. I'd rather buy something good that will last, and comes with a lifetime guarantee so that if we are the most destructive people on the planet and somehow manage to ruin our new backpack in eight days, we can easily return it and get a new one.
So here's the idea. We're going to wait until DS wakes up from his nap and let him pick the color. Then I'll get the pack monogrammed with his initials. If it lasts, he can use it when he goes to kindergarten and so on and so forth.
The only dilemma I have is whether or not to get the original backpack or the deluxe. The deluxe model has one more zippered compartment. We all know how OCD I am about keeping everything separate. So it's something to think about.
Which means in regard to me, we're back to square one. Would I love a new Vera? Sure. Would I love a hipster? Sure. Do I need a new bag? Nope. Am I watching a bazillion different Veras on Ebay right now? Yeah, why not.
So we'll see. How the chips fall. Where they lay. What happens. You know.
Bag drama. Don't you love it?
To end on a good note though, I have to say, today is the second time I've worn my black Keen sandals out and they feel really good, very, very supportive. So that's a plus, my friends.
Poor DH. He almost got away with me carrying everything.
Almost.
I hope that I have better luck with it. Although since I don't have 'little little' kids, I usually pack my park bag lighter than my purse... and believe me...THAT thing kills my shoulder
