I’d like to report a crime. My trunk. My trunk is the crime.
It started off innocent enough. One ballet bag, one water bottle, maybe a spare sweatshirt. Fast-forward three months and my trunk is now a FEMA site for 13 activities’ worth of kid debris. I’m not even exaggerating. There are soccer cleats from a sport no one even plays anymore. A crushed bag of gluten free crackers that may be from 2022. Six water bottles. None of them ours. And why is there a glitter tiara fused to a shin guard from tae kwon do?
We’re in too deep. I tried to clean it out once and found a science project that wasn’t ours. Like… another family’s. A birthday invitation from 6 weeks ago that i’d never seen!
At this point, I could either clean it or start charging rent. I think I’m just going to call it a mobile storage unit and lean in. If you need a headband, a tutu, or an unclaimed tuba (not even joking), I probably have it. No refunds. No questions.
EDIT: I’ve gotten overly optimistic and now cleaned up my trunk. Using this helpful organizer: Trunk Organizer
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