I lived in my car while I was in college. I didn’t sleep there… but I could have. I had my books, my purse, a change of clothes, the diaper bag, toys, mail, some food scraps, countless cans of soda and water bottles… all readily available in my car. Did I mention I drove a compact? It wasn’t a pretty sight.
I have friends who clean (vacuum and wash) their cars weekly. I wish I had the time or the dedication to do that. My poor car is well-loved, and well-used. It can get a little unruly.
We get to the bus stop 10 minutes early every day (because the bus has been known to be super early occasionally). Once a week, I make an effort to tidy up while we wait.
- I bag the trash that has accumulated on the floor (tissues, fast food bags, old papers).
- I dust the dash and console with a dusting brush I got at the Dollar Store.
- I straighten up the trunk (stroller, diaper bag, hidden Christmas gifts…).
It takes me about 5 minutes and my car would thank me for it if she could.