In case you haven't cleaned out your car lately, or in case you have and it horrified you, or for whatever reason you need to feel better about the state of the vehicle in which you spend too much time every day, I'm here to cheer you up immensely. Let me give you a little background: my children bring home inordinate amounts of art projects and paper from school every day. On late pick-up days, I tend to come prepared with a little snack for each of them in a small bowl. Daughter has a penchant for taking off her shoes in the car. I am generally getting out of the car at the end of the day with my own computer bag, purse, and lunch bag, in addition to whatever else I'm carrying for the children. I try to keep up, but somehow the stuff that makes it into the car just doesn't always make it out the same day.
Even though the car was not as bad as it has been at some points, I had to get it ready for our weekend trip, so I went to clean it out.
Here's what I removed:
2 fleece jackets
5 ½ pairs of shoes (some in sizes no one wears anymore)
1 dinosaur sun visor
1 sippy cup
1 denim jacket (mine)
2 baseball hats
2 snack packs
A bag full of random paper trash
2 sunhats (one infant sized; my children are 2.5 and 4.5 YEARS old)
1 orange cheetah print plastic fedora
2 random plastic bowls
1 complete outfit of Daughter's (dirty)
2 painting projects left over from a vacation we took in June
1 knight in shining armor shield (plastic)
This doesn’t even include the smattering of toys that live in the car in their very own car toybox, or the things I purchased on the day’s outings that I was planning on bringing in anyway. Nor does it explain how items long outgrown are finding their way into the car, particularly since I cleaned it out in June before our roadtrip out to Pennsylvania and New York and again in September before we went to Saugatuck for the rainiest weekend ever in the history of Michigan. I haven't troubled to list the handfuls of cheerios and pretzel nubbins that fed the vacuum, or the pencils, umbrella, spare diapers, sunscreen, sunglasses, wipes, and dvd player case that were simply restored to their rightful places within the car.
My conclusion here is a simple one: my car needs a maid.
Also? It's a good thing that the time I don't spend keeping my car tidy, I do spend doing dishes. Otherwise, our house would be terrifying.
How about you: what part of your home (or car) is your dirty little secret?