Tackling the Hard Stuff

I tackled the unavoidable task of unpacking and cleaning out Evan’s Jeep. I can say I hate this job every time he moves back home, but I truly find it fascinating. How does he function in such chaos? Golf clubs, fishing equipment, baseball caps, suit with balled up dress shirt, boots, shaving cream, clothing, books, one sock of every color (never a pair), honor cords, food. You name it. It’s in the Jeep and probably has been for weeks if not months. 

 I filled a garbage sack with empty Gatorade bottles, straws, shoes missing entire soles, and this. 

I pulled out his favorite beanie from under the front seat and he said, “Great find! I’ve been looking for that.” 

When I got to the trunk I found this. 

Goggles from one of his lab classes, the medical equipment for his ingrown toenail, and a bottle of break fluid. Packaged neatly together. Because of course the break fluid should be stored with the gauze and medical tape. 

The Jeep is clean today. Empty of junk. Vacuumed. Lysoled. Crumbs removed. Dried icecream scraped off the steering wheel. 

How long do we want to bet it stays this way? Over / Under 7 days?