There are two types of mothers: those that sit and enjoy a glass of wine while they wait for the babysitter to arrive and those who scurry around the house in a robe until the sitter comes a knockin'. Unfortunately, I fall into the latter category. In a rush to get to a dinner date the other night, I ran out of the house with my diaper bag on my shoulder rather than a sassy leather pocket purse.
Instead of my lip gloss and a powder compact, I was armed with Aquaphor and size three Pampers for my night on the town. Though my diaper caddy isn't too shabby, I was embarrassed to fish through wipes and raisins in front of my non-mommy friends. I bet Angelina Jolie never has this problem with six kids under seven.