I cleaned out my car this weekend. Like really cleaned it.
I’m still having nightmares.
The amount of gunk and goop in the cracks of the seats and the impossible to clean crevices filled with popcorn, gummies and fruit juice made me gag.
The entire time I was cleaning I was screaming (out loud but to nobody in particular) “There will be NO more eating in my car!!!!”
Let’s be real. That’ll last three days. And then we’ll have a long trip, a post-ball game snack attack or some other snack-worthy moment, and the food will be back.
In the meantime I’m enjoying my three days of a clean car.
I realized that the “No eating in the car!” decree is really just a lie I tell myself. I know deep down, even as I’m screaming it (out loud, to nobody in particular) that it won’t last. And it’s not the only lie I tell myself. Here are some others:
- I will floss every day (When the dentist asks me if I floss every day I typically say yes, because that week leading up the appointment I sure did)
- I’m will drink only water (that lasts until I drive by a Starbucks)
- I won’t buy any new clothes (but every trip to TJ Max throws that out of the window)
- That drawer that I just organized will stay organized because I’ll put everything back where it belongs every day
- My kids won’t play on electronics for more than 30 minutes in a day
- I will put the DVDs back in their cases after watching them (no I won’t)
- I will fold and put away the laundry as soon as it’s done (and our guest bed will be a guest bed again)
- I will eat the Apple Butter that I bought at the farmers market (this is an ongoing argument in our house. I buy apple butter every year and then never eat it)