for shame

I like to think that I'm pretty honest and open on this blog.
I'm usually going for transparent and authentic.

But I've been hiding a big ugly secret.

Some of you type A perfect moms who actually like vaccuming might want to look away.
Because I am a slob.

My desk is covered in handouts, things to copy and forms that were due last week.
My bedroom floor is covered with clothes more often than not.
You could sprain an ankle on my living room floor if you don't keep an eye out for legos and hot wheels.
I don't change the sheets every week.
Just for starters.

But what I am most ashamed of is my car.
It is hideous.
The only car I know that is worse than mine is my husbands which has a foul unidentifiable odor.
Really, and there is only a short list of people that I will allow in my car.
And most of them will gladly offer to drive theirs. And I happily play the passenger and take control of the radio.

And this isn't just some cute and funny blog. I mean it.
I am ashamed of my car. I don't want new people to see it because I am afraid they will go running and screaming and make friends with someone who knows how to use the vaccum at the car wash and throw away her trash.

I would like to blame all this car shame on my two small children...but the truth is my car has always been this gross.
I've just gone from Twizzler wrappers and gym clothes to cheerios and sippy cups and empty coffee cups. It seems ok for a teenager to have gum wrappers and soda cans on the floorboard....not so much for a grown up mom with dental insurance and full support panty-hose (ok, who am I kidding...I haven't worn hose in years).
Occasionally I will get disgusted enough and clean it out. We will take a family trip down to the car wash and vacuum my little heart out. My husband even puts the sucky hose on my son's head ( which is also probably gross...but so funny).

And the next day it is completely filthy again. It is a hopeless battle that I always seem to lose.

Today I was exploring new blogs and stumbled across this one: tales from the motherhood and she is having a dirty car competition. And guess what there are other slobs out ther like me. Who are willing to post PICTURES of their mess on the INTERNET for the whole world to see ( and shame). The thought of doing this literally makes my stomach hurt. BUT....there is a rubber chicken up for grabs...so what they heck. Here goes. (and feel free to head over there and vote for me starting on the 16th...again let me stress there is a rubber chicken on the line).


backseat floorboard. You might notice some board books, water bottle, Albertsons monopoly tickets, textbook, and my most favorite: The Space Shuttle Operating Manual. It happens to be my four year old son's favorite book. No, he can't read yet...but I feel confident that he could land a shuttle in a pinch.
console. check out those stains. maybe they are there from people walking on my seats with their dirty feet. And yes that is some Lactaid in my cupholder. You never know when you are going to have to stop for icecream.

the front seat floorbaord. papers i need to grade, a comp book, a bug catching net, my school id, birthday party invitation from last week and many QT reciepts,

back of the car with empty juice boxes, baby back pack, extra booster seat, a few paperbacks, assorted trash and a box of capri suns just in case I was supposed to bring the soccer snack and forgot (again).

So now you've seen it. I hope we can still be friends....especially if you own a Dust Buster...