Men are weird. Not that I didn’t know that already, but this morning just confirmed my suspicion! When I got home this morning, I started cleaning the house b/c nothing had been done last night while I was gone. No big surprise…that was a previous post. Today is also garbage day so I went around to all the cans, emptied them, and took it outside.
On my way to the garbage can I thought I should check out my husband’s truck and throw away any garbage in there. I knew full well there was garbage in there b/c he NEVER throws it out! I open the door and am amazed. Thankfully, he doesn’t have piles of fast food bags or month old food in there. He just has water bottles (at least 3 at all times, with water still in them, one is not even open!), his pay stubs from 3 years ago, loose change, cords from cell phones long ago, and other misc. junk that does not need to be in a truck. He has a sand box on the floor (I am exaggerating at this point, but really it’s a lot of gravel/rocks), pieces of candy from the kids that fell, and everything is covered in dust. The center console thing is so dirty that I pry it out so I can wash in with soap and water. I proceed to clean out his truck for the next 45 min! I vacuumed, shook out the mats (which were NASTY), and dusted. How he read the speedometer is beyond me!
My car is no immaculate space either, however, I’m not afraid to look under the seats!!! What I don’t get is that his truck is his baby! He loves this thing. He will spend all afternoon washing it, polishing it, and then driving home at 5 mph just so it doesn’t get dirty. If he takes such good care of it on the outside, why oh, why wouldn’t he take care of the inside??!!!! I love him and all his craziness, but that was a little too much! I’m going to wait and see how long it takes him to notice.