Another fun thing about having boys – THE SMELLS.
I could address this in so many ways but I instead choose to spare you and focus this post on MY CAR. Yes. My car.
I don’t know what they did. I don’t know how they did it. But I promise you that somehow in the past week my children have contaminated my car with something that can only be described as PUNGENT DEATH.
My car is contaminated.
Friends… I have stripped it down.
I have sprayed girly perfume in there.
I have utilized my super-mother-sense-of-smell to try to find the offensive odor.
I have removed every single trace of child from my car and still I cannot find the source of PUNGENT DEATH.
If I wasn’t so angry about it I would be impressed by their skills. But I am NOT impressed. Instead I am constantly worried that the filthy reeking smell from my car will rub off on me and create a new Jen-aroma that will be so memorable that I will never again find close companionship.
One day I will look back on this and laugh. Today is not that day.