I did not clean my car for this photo shoot.

I did not clean my car for this photo shoot.

I will not show you the inside of my car.  No I won’t.

No Answers

On the subject of what to do about all of the junk that continuously litters my car; I find I have no answers.  None at all.  I have tried.  I have tried really hard.  But I continue to fail at this.  I suppose it is because all I have to do is shut the door and then not look at it anymore.

I can just walk in the house.  It (the monster) is outside.  Outa sight and outa mind.  I am inside.  Safe and sound.

I don’t see IT.   I’m not stumbling over IT as I walk through the house.   And therefore I have no motivation to do anything about IT.

That mirror is filthy!

That mirror is filthy!

The Problem

Here is the deal.  I’m constantly carting around 4 children ages 2-11 and possibly a few friends.  I do something that I know many of you will be horrified at.  I let them eat in the car.

Before you say “there is the problem, Allison,” let me offer this two-pronged response.

I don't want to know what that stuff is. I just want it to go.

I don’t want to know what that stuff is.  I just want it to go.

My 2 Reasons

#1  There are times that certain things just would not get done if I did not let them eat in the car.

#2  Many times, in fact most times, when we run errands I try to do a lot in one run.  Well, the little angels get hungry.  Do I want to listen to complaining and whining.  NO.  I hate that! I mean it is not my favorite! I want happy campers in my car.  So?  Food!  Food is always the answer!  Feed ’em and they’re quiet.  Feed anyone and they’re happier than they were moments before.

Ya know. With everything else that has to be cleaned in life. This just gets last place in my book.

Ya know.  With everything else that has to be cleaned in life, this just gets last place in my book.

A Long Time Ago, In A Galaxy Far, Far Away

Pre-children I always had a clean car.  But now, as I slide behind the wheel, I force myself not to look at the front passenger floor board, or the grunge in the console, or heaven forbid, underneath the carseat or the worst of all……. underneath the middle seats.  You know when you fold it down to let someone in the way back.  Yeah, that part.

Ok. Open door. Avert eyes. Keep looking strait ahead and all will be fine.

Ok.  Open door.  Avert eyes.  Keep looking strait ahead and all will be fine.


Oh, wait, how about the drink holders, in the way back (the area I really can’t see on a regular basis) next to where my 6-year-old boy has been sitting for the last 3 years.  There have been swimming pools made of melted chocolate bar, root beer and cheerios in those things that sat there for God only knows how long before anyone noticed.  Any adult anyway.

The Husband Solution

My husband says, “Honey, just take things in every time you come in the house and make the kids do it too.”  Right.  It doesn’t work.  My hands seem to always be full of other things i.e. groceries, etc.   And the children usually carry things in, but………It is just a problem.

Also, it has been a job for my 11 year old to clean out in the past…..And she does a good job, but still……

Ok.  You can have a tiny peek.  Front passenger floorboard.  Nice.  Trust me.  It gets worse.

Ok. You can have a tiny peek. Front passenger floorboard. Nice. Trust me. It gets worse.

Oh Lord.  Make It Not So.

The other day, we had spontaneous house guests (5 minutes notice).  Friends of my husbands from law school.  I’d never met them.  2 kids.  The guys took our 2 year old to pick up pizza.  They had to take my car because of the carseat.  To my horror!  I just apologized profusely and…..haven’t done anything about it.

I sure would like to know if anyone has come up with some kind of miraculous answer to this problem.  Let me know, PLEASE!

God Bless You!  Have A Great Day!

PS.  I’m still wondering if I will regret this post……