I was going through my phone the other day (like anyone has an actual photo album anymore! That’s just for cartoons…) and I saw pictures I took of my son in his car seat. He was maybe…two weeks old at that time? He was in my car so it was whenever they say you can drive again after giving birth. So what is that, a week? Two weeks? Anyway, I was taken aback at how CLEAN my car was. And I try really, really hard to keep my car projectile free. But I have the noggle, which I’ve waxed poetically about, I have a supply of coats and sweaters that got left back there on nicer-than-expected days, I have his homework sheets from his music class (he’s two. Music homework’s not happening) I have what my son refers to as “the cocoa mess” on my car door. (I made the mistake of thinking he was ready for an unsupervised sugary drink in the backseat. He was not.) There’s an assortment of stuffed animals he likes to hold when we go on longer trips. There’s a lot of crap back there.
But, to be honest, my car’s always been a mess, even pre-kid. We actually got it detailed right before he was born which is why it looks so nice in the picture. So maybe I’ll feel better about all the crap back there if I remind myself that I always have and always will be a disgusting slob.