My husband always wonders why I just can't seem to keep my car clean.
Let me break it down for ya, honey..
By the time I strap Peanut into the car, he has already taken his shoes off and thrown them in the floor. The cracker he was eating is now liquified crumbs dripping onto his carseat. While out, we accumulate suckers, stickers and other plastic trinkets from well-meaning folks along the way. It's lunch time, and since I didn't think we'd be out that long, I didn't pack snacks, and the kids are starving. So, I run through the drive-thru and orderHappy Meals organic wholesome meals.
In one day, my clean car has become a heaping pile of mail, plastic bags, shoes, socks, paper, trinkets, golden arches, half-eaten nuggets and stale french fries. And by the time I enter the house, the last thing on my mind is going back to clean the car.
Oh, well. Clean cars are for sissies. (tee-hee-hee)
In Real Life,
Let me break it down for ya, honey..
By the time I strap Peanut into the car, he has already taken his shoes off and thrown them in the floor. The cracker he was eating is now liquified crumbs dripping onto his carseat. While out, we accumulate suckers, stickers and other plastic trinkets from well-meaning folks along the way. It's lunch time, and since I didn't think we'd be out that long, I didn't pack snacks, and the kids are starving. So, I run through the drive-thru and order
In one day, my clean car has become a heaping pile of mail, plastic bags, shoes, socks, paper, trinkets, golden arches, half-eaten nuggets and stale french fries. And by the time I enter the house, the last thing on my mind is going back to clean the car.
Oh, well. Clean cars are for sissies. (tee-hee-hee)
In Real Life,
Oh Snap!
CAUTION:
Some images might be frightening to small children.
(or at least adults who suffer from OCD.)
Wow. And I thought I was bad...
That last one has me more concerned about their cholesterol than the cleanliness of their car. Ha! :)
PS. Thanks for submitting these! It took some guts to take them. (and maybe a HAZMAT suit as well) Next week's theme is "Birthday Parties." Think of some good ones and send 'em my way!
Wow, that last one...
ReplyDeleteDoesn't that just make you want to take a bath? (or get your stomach pumped?) :)
DeleteThe last one is awesome! HAHAHA
ReplyDeleteIsn't that UNREAL? HA!!!!
DeleteWow. I think I may have been inspired to go clean out my car. It's full of sand and crushed goldfish. :)
ReplyDeleteI'm with you. If it wasn't pouring rain here, I was going to take mine in. I was inspired. HA!
DeleteAnd the winner is..... the last picture!!!! HA! Although who am I to judge my car is pretty horrific. I mean it is hoarder status (am I really admitting this?) In my defense we only have one car and my husband use it it most of the time... I have been know to blame THE WHOLE mess on him. I have also been known to lie on occasion.
ReplyDeleteIs that no crazy! HA! I wish I could have given away a car detailing gift for the winner! Maybe one day I will be able to do that!
DeleteThis confirms what I've long suspected... Our kids make us LOOK like hoarders!
ReplyDeleteIsn't that CRAZY! Mine is in there, but glad to say it wasn't as bad as the last one! Bahahaha!
DeleteThis story just wouldn't have made a good picture (and it's not really mine to tell), but here it is . . .
ReplyDeleteLast year in August my Mom, sisters, and I met in Washington DC for our annual Women of Faith get-away weekend. One of my sisters had *just* returned from a few days at the beach (Nags Head, specifically) with her family. She unpacked, repacked, and hit the road with the group.
Enter Hurricane Irene. My family lives right on the Chesapeake Bay in VA . . . Hurricanes make things sketchy around there. Dad and my brother-in-law proclaimed that they wanted "their girls" at home when Irene hit. No problem . . . they'll come home early Saturday morning instead of Saturday night. Except that whole transportation thing. See, they rode with some other ladies (who were NOT leaving the event early). So one guy from my parents' church hopped in my sister's van and drove to DC in the middle of the night to get them.
He gets to the hotel to pick them up and says to my sister "I'm not sure what to do with the toys in the floor." Sister proceeds to jam them in the under-floor storage compartments. They then ride home; weather the storm; get on with life.
Fast forward to THIS July. Guess what the kids found. You guessed it. All that crap stuffed in the under-floor storage. They were impressed the batteries were still good. Sister was sad she didn't pitch all that stuff before the kids re-discovered it!
Shhh. Don't tell her I told you this story :-)
That is a great story! HA! I love that she wishes she'd have thrown it away! I'd be glad I didn't have to buy new toys for a good while...
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