This morning, I opened the way back of my car to see this.
My heart sunk.
I'm an obsessively clean person. When I sold my last car, the buyer was amazed at how good of shape the interior was in. That's just how I roll, probably to a detriment.
And when we bought my new car last November, I vowed to her that she would go unsoiled (at least until we started packing in car seats and then all bets were off). I take care of my hard-earned stuff, so this sight nearly brought a tear to my eye.
Despite my cleaning obsession, I have a tendency to be forgetful from time to time. This time my forgetfulness had consequences. I guess at some point, I went to the grocery store and bought a six pack of bottled Diet Pepsi. I threw them in the back of my car and forgot about them entirely. Three bottles exploded in this 100-degree heat, spilling sticky soda all over the interior of my way back compartment.
I spent an hour of my morning scrubbing, blotting and praying over this spill. And then I sent a text to Ty, figuring he would be highly amused that the "clean one" in our household made a huge mess.
Steph: This is why I can't have nice things. Forgot a six pack of cokes and they spilled in the way back. I've been cleaning for about an hour.
Ty: Coke or Diet?
Mental Note: Umm excuse me!? What's he getting at with that comment?
Ty: That's better than regular.
Mental Note: My husband is quite the wordsmith!!
Steph: It's drying in my office now.
Ty: Diet doesn't stain.
Thankfully, Ty's only concern was for the cleanliness of the Volvo. I don't know if I could handle this spill and my husband indirectly calling me fat all in one day!