It’s still January, what does your car say about you?

Mine is screaming, “a toddler lives here”.

I’m getting to the point in winter where it is too cold for me to be cleaning out my car while I’m fueling up the tank. Honestly, I’ve been pretty sneaky in that I’ve happened to align my weekly fill up to be on the days that Craig is home…

So I don’t have to get out of my car. Keep your thoughts to yourself, thank you very much.

While I was sitting in my car earlier this week, it definitely got a solid WTF out of me.

A mound of bobby pins in my drivers side door. Sweet potato chips, corn chips and I’m not sure what else, goldfish maybe? crushed up in the cracks of Cy’s carseat and the actual seat underneath his carseat.

I have an entire pack of mini nail files along with a set of earrings and one rogue earring in the little cubby under the center counsel. Wrappers to greetings cards. IYKYK. A few dozen receipts. Old wipes that soaked up my tall, single cream, blonde roast from Starbucks because their size tall are impossible for me to get out of the cup holder without spilling into the cupholder. My gym shoes. A bag of dirty gym clothes. And my trunk is full of materials from a workshop I lead two weeks ago.

January be like that you guys. January is long and hits us pretty dirty. Maybe my car is screaming a bit more of, “everyone lives here” rather than just the toddler. I’m throwing that poor kid under the bus.

I swear it’ll be March soon. Until then, godspeed to the snack wrappers and salty floor mats!

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