I’m PMSing, and I can definitely feel it. And when I’m PMSing, the last thing I want to do is be around squealy, shrieky kids, because nothing sets me off faster than the aforementioned squealy, shrieky kids. Unfortunately, that’s when I walked into this evening, after I came home from 1) donating half of a car worth of nice toys to the local shelter 2) stopping at Panera Bread for a bit 3) running to Target for milk, bread, butter, garlic bread, and cat litter 4) vacuuming out my car.
Speaking of my car, if there’s one thing I cannot stand is a filthy car (hence why I take it to a car wash and vacuum it out at least once a month). And that’s precisely why I blew up at my mom last month when she was bitching about the cookie crumbs Alyssa and Ryan left in her car (after she took them out for the day and after she gave them animal crackers). She was standing there bitching about crumbs in her precious new car, when in August 2008 she gave me back my car after eight weeks of using it and it was absolutely FILLED with food crumbs, candy crumbs, candy wrappers, straw wrappers, fast food residue. You name it, if a ten year old and a twelve year old (my brothers) could generate it, it was there. And nothing was cleaned out.
My car is my baby. One of them, anyway. It’s going on 107,000 miles, we just replaced the front windshield, my front passenger window does not respond to the “up” command on the door (though it does from the driver side), Dan snapped off the wide part of the hatch-release handle, and it needs a few seconds to “settle” into one gear when switched from another, but I still love it. It gets me from point A to point B reliably, it gets kick-ass gas mileage, its hatchback style allows me to shove just about anything in it, and it’s cute! ♥
I feel your pain, only I have lovely PMDD instead of plain ol PMS
I’ve slept over half the days since Wednesday as a result and had some pesky auditory and smell hypersensitivity (which then gets me a migraine). *shakefist* Damn womanly problems!
My car is filthy. I’ve had it two years and have yet to clean it (inside or out). I’m not one of those dirty people though, but I’m not a neat freak either. I don’t like a dirty house, but I can deal with some dust here and there. I don’t mind my car being dirty, because I don’t live in it. I sit in the drivers seat to get where I’m going, and that’s it. My dashboard has dust/dirt on it, but I’m not touching the dashboard, so I don’t really mind it.