Putting my Troubles in a Black Contractor Bag

So, my Mom is going in on Tuesday for a fairly serious surgery. Being an only child with three children of my own home on summer vacation means that I will be stretched in many different directions. I am very worried about it all. This week between the playdates, movies, baseball games and swim practices I tried to get caught up in the house. Just trying to get it clean and the laundry done and put away would make sense, right? Not for me....when things are spinning beyond my control the first thing I reach for is a handy box of contractor bags and I start a major cleanout. There is a pattern here though as I have been doing this since I was old enough to walk to Woolworth (I am getting old) and buy my own box of bags. I see a pattern here...