|this is not our car, but feel free to decorate it like this if you see it.|
You can barely see the floor, the car seats are full of crumbs and sultanas, those trendy new drink holders are full of dirty tissues with rotten flowers. The windows have been smeared with god knows what. Special treasures that just MUST be kept sneak in and never leave, sticks, dead insects, balloons that have popped, lolly wrappers, socks that get pulled off and thrown under seats.
The car is foul, it stinks, I want a new one.
And that's just the inside.
I have been silently asking SS to address this issue for six months. Not wanting to nag about it, I have only suggested once that perhaps he could clean the car. But the poor old car has not seen a drop of water that didn't splash out of a sippy cup.
Yesterday I was sneaking off to the local shrine for shopping and couldn't stand it anymore. Being a bit of a feminist, it was time to just do the job myself.
So I snuck into one of those car wash parks, where you leave the car, shop and return to cleanliness.
I hardly recognised the beast on my return, so sparkly and fresh, I handed over an arm and leg to the cleaners, jumped in, soaked up that taxi smell deodorant stench and was oh so glad to be able to see out the windscreen.
SS was not happy, he asked if I thought we were made of money, how could I be so wasteful to pay someone else for what he could so easily have done himself!
Like he hadn't had enough notice.
But one drive where the pedals didn't get jammed because there was an empty drink container rolled in behind the accelerator, and his attitude changed, we don't need a new car, just a clean one.
Is it just my kids, or do other people seem to have furry things living in their cars? Please say you do.