CRAP in my coche

If asked to air a fatal flaw, I would readily admit my completely lacking ability to keep my car clean. I panic when I have a meeting where carpooling is involved, because if I’m asked to drive it’s going to be more than a little awkward.

I love my car, and generally am a pretty neat person, but my car somehow always seems to serve as a receptacle for everything in transit in my life. And cleaning it is typically at the very bottom of the priority list.

I happened to look around today, and had to laugh at the truly maddening combination of CRAP in my coche. Let’s discuss:

  1. A 12″ x 18″ glittery sign that daycare made for Lila’s first birthday last week. Falls under: “I really should be sentimental and save this,” and “This thing is huge and sweating glitter EVERYWHERE.”
  2. Four tupperware containers. None stank, thankfully, but gross nonetheless.
  3. An unopened package of Dr. Brown’s stage 2 nipples. No idea.
  4. Copies of Lean In and The Five Love Languages. To freak out valets.
  5. Six tumbler cups I bought as gifts that have yet to be delivered. Sigh.
  6. A cardigan we had to use to clean up a baby mess [insert questionable bodily fluid] and I forgot to wash.
  7. An iPad cover. Note: I do not have an iPad.
  8. A stuffed rabbit and a wooden penguin. Jealous yet?
  9. 45 Bed Bath and Beyond coupons. Yes, yes, they’re good at Buy Buy Baby, even when expired, but why are they so HUGE?
  10. Cheerios. Everywhere.

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