More Boring

My car is a mess.

Wait, that doesn't quite capture the nastiness that is my car. It's more like a dumpster with wheels and an engine. A dumpster that requires gasoline to keep moving.

It's awful.

Right this minute there is a pile of popcorn on the back seat beside Olivia's carseat. We went to Rural King on Saturday and since they give away bags of popcorn to customers, both girls had have some. They each got their own bag because heaven forbid they share.

And more than half of O's bag ended up on her lap and in her carseat and then, finally, on the seat beside her.

It's nasty.

But I'm just as bad.

There are three books on the floor of the front passenger seat, two jackets on the front passenger seat, countless York peppermint patty wrappers, a couple of empty Coke cans.

See, we lived in my car for so long. Okay, wait. That sounds bad. We drove many miles each week in that car. We never actually, literally, lived in it. But we were in it a lot. And we took snacks with us. And drinks. And toys because an hour and a half is a long time when you're under ten years old. You get bored. You try to entertain yourself.

You annoy your mother. And so your mother brings lots of toys in hopes of being less annoyed.

Except...the mess! Egads! I'm so very tired of the mess.

Every weekend I plan to clean out my car.

And so far? It hasn't happened. It doesn't just need decluttered. It needs vacuumed, shampooed, probably de-bugged. It's just gross.

And yet, cleaning out the car is SUCH a boring job and so I find other things to do, like folding laundry while watching Star Trek. Way more interesting and fun than cleaning out the car. And besides, it was cold and rainy this past weekend. Who wants to clean out a car when it's cold and rainy? Not me.

So we wade through the garbage, we step around the Happy Meal boxes and throw out the buns that Alyssa refuses to eat (she prefers to just eat the hamburger patty with cheese.) Every so often, I toss a handful of fries out into the yard, thinking of them as bird feed rather than garbage. But soon? I really, truly have to clean it out because...well, because I'm an adult and sometimes we just have to do the boring jobs, even when we don't wanna.

I'd like to say that once I've cleaned out the car there will be a new no-eating rule. But we all know that's not going to happen. Even living within twenty miles of work and extra-curricular activities, my girls would starve to death if I tried to make them wait that long to eat. At least, that's what they think and when they're hungry? They're annoying.

And I've already gone over how I feel about that.