I can’t bear it anymore; I have to ask you guys a question. Am I alone in driving a car with an interior that actually resembles a rubbish tip?
Granted, I have three children so it’s probably to be expected that my car’s interior isn't going to be anything like as clean and fresh-smelling as it was before I had babies, but the stuff I have to wade through on a daily basis before I can get my kids in their seats truly beggars belief.
Half-eaten food, abandoned drinks, long-lost cuddlies, more Happy Meal toys than I ever remember actually buying Happy Meals, and a bizarre assortment of lone socks. And don’t even get me started on the amount of sand, 2p coins and stray hair bands I seem to find lurking underneath the seats.
It’s not a laughing matter either – the interior of my car is truly disgusting and it’s got to the point that I avoid offering friends a lift incase they see just what a heap of squalor I am driving in.
I can't be the only one this happens to – yet one of my mum friends reckons it’s a mess of my own making. ‘You’re not disciplined enough; you have to tell the children that they are strictly forbidden from eating or drinking in the car, and train them to dispose of their rubbish responsible after each car journey.
Er, you’d think she’d never met my kids.
I’ve got a different strategy. I’ve pretty much resigned myself to the fact that the interior of my car is going to look like an absolute dump – at least until my kids are old enough to drive. At which point. I fully expect them to take a sudden interest in ensuring it looks shiny and clean at every opportunity.
Sigh. Kids, eh?
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