Or maybe it’s just the absence of that old car smell. We cleaned everything out from all the nooks and crannies in the Jeep Cherokee this morning, and ended up with 2 laundry baskets full of crap. I don’t know how this happens. Every time we pull in the driveway, when all the good mommies are saying, “Welcome home!!!”, my trademark line is, “GRAB SOME CRAP!”
I know…kids aren’t supposed to hear/say crap, but “transport your personal belongings into the house” doesn’t have the same ring to it. So theoretically, each time we go into the house the car should be empty. Everyone should be able to gather up all the crap they brought with them, or make two trips. But NOOOOOO. The car just gets more loaded up with crap until I finally lose it (or there’s any possibility that I’ll have to drive a client or coworker somewhere), and I’ll have the car cleaned – inside and out. This usually happens once a month, so I don’t know how it gets so bad. It’s a company car, for crying out loud! It’s embarrassing!
I swapped the old crap-mobile at the dealership for the shiny, new, slightly more petite Ford Escape. Aliya picked the color because she figures I can buy it for her after my time with it is done. After a 5-minute discussion about what’s in the owner’s manual pouch and one signature, I had a half-hour lesson on how to use the phone and radio controls on the dashboard and steering wheel. It’s still a little intimidating, but I made a phone call and didn’t crash, so I’m good.
And in the interest of keeping the new ride crap-free, everything that’s left behind when the kids exit the vehicle will be scooped into the strategically-located trash can at the end of the driveway. All done.
