Think of this as a messy-car intervention …
I’m writing this post as therapy for myself, I think. You see here’s the thing, I have car shame. You know that ad on TV where the woman gets all stressed when her friends want to use her bathroom? I’m like that when I have to give people a lift in my car. This is because my car is like a mobile library, kindergym, shoe store, dining room and sultana graveyard.
My car screams “SLOB!” when I want it to whisper, “Totally in control and organized awesome woman. Who doesn’t have sultanas in her hair. Or chocolate wrappers stuffed under the front seat”.
So here I am. Offering all of us some tips on getting our cars organized. Because I am ov-ah wasting time in the mornings looking for Ava’s shoes. And the street directory. And the latest phone bill that I grabbed out of the letterbox and then chucked on the front seat on the way to get Ava to kindy and then forgot about and now we’re getting late notices.
Deep breath.
So this weekend I’m going to spend an hour cleaning out my car and getting it organized. And next week I will post a photo of the result on Open Post. If I’m game.
So. Here’s a plan:
1. Get a garbage bag. And two large containers.
I have read enough organizational books to know that you need to have some containers before you start sorting and chucking. So grab a rubbish bag (for stuff that you decide is rubbish) and a box for stuff that belongs INSIDE THE DAMN HOUSE. The third box is for the stuff that you want to keep in the car.
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My car is a disgrace. Well, it isn't right now as it just had its twice-yearly clean. But usually it's a mess. Twice a year I take it to Waves Carwash and get them to clean it inside and out, and polish it. It's awesome. Why only twice a year? Um. I don't know. I should do it more often but it's a pain taking the kids' car seats out!
I had to drive my two very female and glam managers to a meeting the other day (without much notice). I snuck out to my car a bit before the lift to do some damage control. It was a pig sty! I moved all the junk into the boot and also squeezed a booster seat into the boot too. But left behind were crumbs, leaves, dirt and a dirty smeared baby seat for child no 2. I cringe at the whole experience. Especially when I opened the boot to get my notebook out and one of managers said, 'you even have a sword in there?' (Toy sword from Halloween party the other day). Aarrgh!