Foiled on the fingernail front (see previous post), I tackled another of the least-appealing chores to feature on the unwanted jobs list this afternoon.
Hoovering the car: can there be anything that daunts a SAHD more?
I think not.
Just imagine it for a moment: the death of a thousand cereal bars.
Several hundred raisins, sand from the beach and countless crisp crumbs, all mixed up together and deposited in all available nooks and crannies throughout the car, front and back
The mixture is at its most concentrated in the creases and recesses in both child seats, although The G's is the messiest.
You get used to it, but it can be ignored no more.
There is clear motivation for doing this particular job. There has to be.
Two days ago, we met up with friends who, upon greeting children still strapped into their seats, couldn't disguise their disgust at The B&G's travelling environment.
This weekend, we're visiting the grandparents and a clean car is always a good idea in such situations.
The determining factor, the thing that made me reach for the vacuum cleaner, was seeing The G digging down into the furthest seams of her car seat, earlier this afternoon, to liberate (that is, eat) all available mixture - crumbs, raisins, sand, the lot. Not a pleasant sight.
So the car's clean again, although it won't last. So crucial are snacks on long journeys that a fresh mixture is sure to have been concocted long before our scheduled arrival.
It promises to be a long trip, especially given The B's latest travel-based interest.
Having grown just enough to be able to see the car's speedometer from his position in the back, he has taken to spending journeys commenting on the car's speed and posing unanswerable questions about the limits pertaining to different road types.
"What's the speed limit here?" he asked at one point this afternoon.
"Forty," I told him.
"But you're doing fifty," he squealed, a terrified look on his face. "I'm not safe!"
So it turns out I can't drive the car properly, but at least I did a decent job cleaning it.
Just the house to do now.