I was doing a little car cleaning in prep for our upcoming trip.
I always keep my car clean, (cause I can’t stand a disaster) so this was just one of those quick tidy-up, empty the trash, dump out the crumbs, kind of car cleaning.
But after making 8 trips from the car to the kitchen with my hands full…
I discovered that this was more than a little problem. And required more than just a little car cleaning too.
I’m guessing that we eat a few too many snacks on the go. And that I give into the “Mom, can I bring a toy with me?” request a little too often.
Because somehow one toy attracts another… and another and another. And then those others toys invite their friends and Al-a-ca-ZAM!! One toy so very quickly leads to a few hundred.
Or at least it felt that way while unloading today.
And the rocks, you ask? How did those get in the car?
Well, let me tell you: I HAVE. NO. IDEA.
What I do know, is that boys love rocks, and I love boys, and so I’m sure I’ve been given a few hundred rocks as precious gifts from my boys. If I had girls, I’d probably receive flowers or stickers, as a token of appreciation. But boys, yep, boys love rocks. And really? So does their mom. So I keep them.
I guess that makes the rock pile in the car my fault.
Oh well. What can I say?
Judge me if you must.
But love me, if you will. It happens to be the best of us.