Baby you can drive my car.

My car is disgusting. It shouldn't be. I claim to live out of my car, but I do not. So why the mess? I could blame it on my dad. When my sister and I were growing up, we hated riding in his car. The man is pretty neat, except for his car. It was like a trash can exploded in there. Usually smelled funny too (In my defense, my car doesn't smell funny). So why have I turned out the same way with my car? 

I mean, there's dust on the dash, I typically have a present i-meant-to-give-someone-last-week, at least 4 plastic bottles, scraps of paper and receipts flung about, one of marley's toys, dirt from the boys' shoes, a bag of clothes that needs to go to goodwill, extra sonic straws, mail, the rip in the leather on the passenger seat (thanks brady), a card I need to put in the mailbox which-i-drive-by-every-day-but-its-on-the-wrong-side-of-the-car-and-i-dont-want-to-get-out, a bakery container, a notebook, and on humid days, my steering wheel flakes off in my hands-gross (thanks andrew whit.). My windows are even occasionally smudged with dog noses and kids' finger prints. 

So I was SO proud of myself last week because I CLEANED OUT MY CAR. I got rid of junk, and vacuumed and windexed and voila! It was like a new car. 

I had car-cleaning motives though, I'll admit. Since this week is Spring Break, I'm staying with two kids while their parents are outta town. I knew that not only would I be chauffeuring them around, but I'd more than likely end up hauling kids to and from church related events. And truth be told, I didn't want 14 year old judgment about my car! 

But enough about my dirty car. If I've learned anything of spring break, you take every opportunity for fun and run with it. It will always lead to some sort of adventure, and where there is adventure to be had, there will be laughter and memories made. This week has consisted of car sing alongs, scooting cats off my laptop bag, dance parties, dressing up american girl dolls, learning Call of Duty terminology, playing Broomball, sneezing at dog hair, playing TopGolf, teaching bus singalong songs, AND an Anne of Green Gables MARATHON- OHmyGOODNESSgracious. If you follow me on social media, you'll have seen my excitement over that last one. And I think I blew up Instagram yesterday with my TopGolf pictures; sorry, I am NOT sorry. 

xx, bethany