I had a horrible dream the other night. I dreamt that I was stuck in my car because of all this crap that had piled up in it. And this crap just kept getting higher and higher until I could barely breathe. In my dream, we had taken a roadtrip and it got out-of-control-living-on-the-road-for-7-days messy. And then, I procrastinated cleaning it out because of all the laundry I was trying to catch up on, and then since it was so messy anyway I just kept throwing more crap on top of the crap from the week before. Until finally there was only room for the kids and I to sit in our seats, but then I turned around a corner and everything shifted…trapping us inside.
And then I realized that it wasn’t a nightmare, it’s the current shape of my poor minivan.
If you don’t hear from me in a few days, send AAA, because I’ve gotten lost in the depths while trying to clean all this stuff out.