I think everyone has the same reaction when they watch Hoarders: it’s a train wreck that you’re horrified by, yet you can’t manage to turn your head.
This was our car last week:
Please don’t gasp too loudly, I’m baring my soul here. It does make me sick though. There’s literally crap everywhere. There were runts in the seat belt wells. There’s even one right there on the seat waiting for a kid to sit on it. How old is that chocolate milk container? Naked Ken. No words. The four wheels of the car never left the ground. I promise.
Two points in my defense:
- We were on a trip. We do not live this way. The front seats of the car look nothing like this. The amount of mess in the car is inversely proportional to one’s age.
- There are school books in there! Bottom right corner! The girls actually did school each morning. I guess that was before they opened their candy and shook it at each other and then started throwing things.
Need another look? Overhead:
At the end of the trip Du was having to lift Ashlyn out of her seat and put her back in when we made a stop. And it wasn’t like it took the whole trip for the girls to trash the back seat. This is after two days of travel. I’m so glad we didn’t get ants. Sometimes it’s better just to not look behind you.
Too bad we cleaned it out; we could have been reality tv stars.