...because I just spent the last 45 minutes deep cleaning James' car seat. Ye-ah Baby! Ok, so if you don't know by now, I am a somewhat anal perfectionist when it comes to cleaning. Apparently, that includes cleaning my sons car seat. If you can just imagine what can happen to a car seat that gets used by a two year old for a year, and all the snacks, drinks, drive-thru meals and the like get eaten in that seat, things get messy. And it's all those snacks that get caught in the teeny tiny crevices and molt or multiply or something over the course of a year that gets super gross. So, in super cool Cerissa fashion (and since James car seat is currently out of the car because I had to take it from the Jeep and put it into his Mimi's car so he could go with her to Dave's track meet today) I got my Clorox Everywhere spray (that stuff is great, if you haven't tried it, Do), about one hundred Q-tips, paper towels and a steak knife and got busy cleaning out the miniscule cracks of the car seat in the middle of my kitchen floor. It was not pretty. I think that old raisins mixed with goldfish and what could possibly be ranch dressing (which I never give him "dips" in the car seat, so that whitish liquid-y stuff that was in one crack sorta scares me...its a mystery as to what it really is...blech...) equals a pretty messy job. But I did it, and once his little cushion-y things are outta the dryer, it will be like brand new. I might even have to enlist a "no snacks in the car seat policy." We'll see how long that lasts.
Aren't you glad you asked what I did on a Friday night. Geez, I am so hip and cool. Somebody stop me.
(I also watched some Scrubs, so I am not totally lame, right. Right??)
3 comments:
Ugh, I've been there, done that. NOT a pleasant experience! I used to be a lot more on top of it when it was just L eating in a carseat, but now that I've got two of them to deal w/, I'm a lot more lax in my standards! :)
Oh, Cerissa, you're the only one I know of that would do this - let alone do this AND blog about it!
BTDT too.. many many times. Sometimes it was something far worse than old snacks that forced me to clean 'em. I'll spare you the details. You'll find out, I'm pretty sure, one of these days!
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