Everyday, immediately after preschool drop off, where the teacher comes to the car and helps my daughter out, I vow that today will be the day I go home and clean out my car.
And yet, I don’t.
I’m just banking on the fact that my car is not the only toy filled, clothing filled, school work filled, and goldfish filled car they’ve seen that day.
What? The van is not another room? I obviously did not get the message.
I’ve got your back on this on this one. This post is the story of my life.