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Junk in the Trunk


Junk in the Trunk... Literally.

Junk in the Trunk… Literally.


Even before having a child, the only place I’d describe myself as organized, punctual, and put-together would be a job interview. Let me try to explain. I’m a little bit of a procrastinator – what can I say, I work best under pressure. While I am not perpetually late, I am usually a few minutes behind schedule. I like things to be clean and sterilized, but I don’t mind a mess. I won’t leave the sink full of dirty dishes, but I don’t care if every coffee cup I own is sitting in the drying rack. I hate when my floors are dirty, but I don’t give a damn if Greyson’s toys are all over the place. I will do all the laundry, but I’d never fold a single shirt if I could avoid it. What’s the point of putting all your laundry away when you can just grab a pair of jeans from the clean laundry basket? I like to prioritize my time. I’m just saving myself the extra step of moving clean crap from one place to another.

Clearly, having a baby did not improve my messy ways. I’m the kind of mother that while I always have everything I need in the diaper bag, it’s just shoved in there in no particular order. I once met this mom that had all of her stuff in Tupperware containers and plastic bags in her diaper bag. Everything was in the proper zipped compartments. Even the bottles had labels that she had custom ordered online, which I bought, I will confess. I’m trying! I want to be organized….but when it comes down to it, it’s just too much work to keep up this crazy compulsive facade.

Fortunately and unfortunately, my husband is the exact opposite of me. He’s not so much into the sterilizing, but he likes everything to be in it’s place. I’m not sure if he’s ever cleaned a toilet, but he can line up Greyson’s toys by size and color with his eyes closed. I swear, this man can wash, iron, and fold clothing as if he owned a laundromat and a dry cleaner in a former life. We really try to respect each others preferences, but I can’t say we haven’t had a “discussion” or two on this topic in the past. And so, because I believe in give and take, I really try to make an effort to pick up after myself around the house. I no longer throw my clothes on the floor or leave piles of miscellaneous stuff on the stairs rather than just taking it up right away. BUT, with that being said…..

Have you ever noticed the phenomenon where the teacher says your child is perfectly behaved and polite at school, yet the minute you get home it’s like they become a possessed, wild, back-talking maniac? At your parent-teacher conferences, you have to make sure she was talking about the right kid – did she say quiet and respectful? Because at home, your child is an animal.

I truly believe this happens because everyone needs a venue to let loose. You can only behave for so long until you have to let go a little bit. Its unrealistic to expect children to behave all the time – and the same goes for mothers. This brings us to my “junk in the trunk.”

For my husband’s sake, I try to keep some order in our house. But in the one place that is totally my own – my car – I can let my junk hang out. Coffee cups, plastic bags, receipts, loose change, and clothes, that is. You name it, I have it in my car. My backseat is like a hoarder’s dream. There is just tons of random crap laying around that I am too lazy to throw out or bring inside. There is literally so much stuff in my car that I could unload it onto the lawn and host a yard sale. One time, I was turning in a leased car and instead of using that as an excuse to clean it out, I just moved all the shit into the new car right there at the dealership. You should have seen the look on the salesman face. It’s alsmot like I didn’t want to get rid of the mess. I secretly look forward to jumping into my four door home where no one tells me that my stuff should be organized into perfectly labeled totes that stack nicely in the trunk.

While some days, I wish I had it in me to be the overly prepared and always punctual mom, I’ve decided that being perfect would be really boring. I totally love that my house is so organized (thanks to my husband), but I will always have a special place in my heart for the junk in my trunk.


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