Since I’m heading back to work tomorrow after a year-long hiatus, I decided to clean out my car today in the hopes that someone might mistake me for an organized grown-up. Here’s what I unearthed during my excavation:
SB (Small Boy’s) stuff:
About 30 pounds of yogurt puffs/pretzels/cheddar bunnies, all ground into a fine powder and festively strewn around the backseat of the car.
11 toy cars
6 half empty bottles of water
5 diapers that might have fit him six months ago
4 pairs of underwear (SB’s, not mine)
7 socks that haven’t fit SB in over a year
3 half eaten bags of Goldfish
One thrashed first aid kit
4 bowls
1 sippy cup lid
3 blankets
4 shirts, of which three are too small for SB
2 pairs of pants – see above
3 packets of dried out wipes
The Dog’s Stuff:
A blanket
Beefy treats
One leash
One squeaky lobster
A portable water bowl
My Stuff:
One flip flop
A box of mints
Apparently we were prepared to live in the car for a while if we had to. SB would have been fine, the dog would have survived, and I would have been hopping around on one foot. At least my breath would have been minty fresh…