Ah the minivan. Long been known to cart many a sports bag around. It has a million and two nooks and crannies and many a cup holder where grossness can accumulate. To any of my friends and family that might be reading this, if we’re out in public, can you just let on that you never saw it? Because I know full well that my van was disgusting. I promise you it is far less disgusting now after a good spring cleaning. In fact, it looks almost brand new.
Now HockeyDad and I disagree on paying someone to clean the van. I mean, yes, I could do it myself. But for two years, I didn’t. At some point, a vehicle requires a professional. And because I’ve resigned myself to driving this thing around until it dies, I knew that a good cleaning would help my disposition about the minvan.
Before I get into the list of things I found in the minivan, does anyone else do this? You complain, you whine, you generally dislike something and then you give it a really good spring cleaning and realize that you can live with it again? At least for a little while?
I figure it’s not a bad thing. I mean, it saves me from more than a few impulse shopping sprees. Another reason to tackle a spring cleaning, regardless of the season.
Also, I found some things that I thought had been lost forever. I guess when all else fails, search the vehicle.
1. Five socks. No matching pairs. And they were infant socks. I haven’t had an infant in that van for three years.
2. Three wrenches and a screwdriver. And because HockeyDad has brand favorites, I know they belonged to Boy#3. He gets the black and blue ones. That I know because I just had to borrow one to fix something in the house. Maybe I should get a pink set, for me.
3. Half a box of Cheerios, without the box. In varying stages of staleness.
4. Pokémon cards. Despite our blanket rule of no Pokémon cards in the van, I found at least a dozen. I blame the little one. He has pockets and he knows how to use them.
5. One running shoe. Two sizes too small for any of my boys. I don’t know how long its been in there, and I’m not sure it even belonged to one of mine.
6. Six cups and a bowl. I’m going to guess those were from breakfast on the way to the rink, at some point. I don’t really know when. It doesn’t really matter. The cups were the cheap plastic kind and went straight into the recycle bin.
7. A dinner plate. This one is on HockeyDad. On occasion he makes pizza pockets and brings them, plate and all, to the fire station. Yay for the unbreakable power of Corel dishes, folks.
8. Make up bag and brushes. This one is on me, obviously. In my defense, I had to put my face on after leaving the rink before heading to an event. I don’t ever wear makeup at the rink as I feel it sets a precedent I’m not willing to maintain.
9. A pair of snow pants. Boy #1 “lost” these in December. We did have another pair from a previous year in storage, so it wasn’t that big of a deal, but it would have saved him a lecture if he had actually looked in the van when we told him to.
10. Debris and memories of several wonderful road trip adventures that this minivan has taken me and my family on for the last seven years. Sigh, so maybe I don’t hate it quite as much as I did.
Here’s the thing, and its one I often forget: the minivan has it’s quirks and frustrations. But it gets me from point A to point B every time I ask, no matter how far away point B might be. I need to remember that when the quirks and frustrations get to me. And maybe give it a good spring cleaning.
Though I still reserve the right to curse the air blue when the door freeze shut. That’s just a step too far.
See you at the rink.