Yesterday, we didn’t have any plans. Nowhere to go. I was antsy. I was tired of reading the same book ten times in a row and being the baby with the playhouse family. I needed to get out of the house. And then it hit me.
“Girls, do you want to go to the car wash?” I asked.
The car wash. A win-win. The girls would be entertained, and I would have a few minutes of peace to play on my phone.
*Squeals of delight from the three-year-old. “YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Car wash!!!!!!”
The kid’s obsessed. If she’s not begging to take the car there, she’s constructing a car wash out of blocks, or whatever, for her toy cars. I foresee her owning or working at one when she’s grown.
Anyway, we all climbed into the car, with more excitement coming from me about leaving
prison the house.
The outside of the car truly didn’t need to be washed, but as we were driving, I took notice of the interior’s destruction.
After our amazing trip through the rotating brushes, it was time to head over to the vacuum and more importantly, the garbage can.
If you’re bored today and have nothing else better to do, I categorically listed what I found, and threw away, in my landfill on wheels: