Snacks on the floor, snacks on the floor

My Tahoe now weighs about 23 pounds less than it did a few hours ago.

Correction, minus Paisley, it now weighs 23 pounds less than it did a few hours ago.

I vacuumed approximately that many pounds of fruit snacks, cocoa puffs, suckers, crackers, fruity pebbles and m&m's out of the back seats.

I feel like I can breathe again. Nothing bothers me more, than a dirty car. It physically gives me anxiety and makes me irritable. I try to let it go, but it just bugs me. The next time I go to Rapid I'm getting a small garbage can for my two garbage makers in the back. We'll see if they can manage to put anything INSIDE it, rather than NEXT to it, like one of them already does with her dirty clothes.

There's still hope for Paisley. She actually picks up garbage off the floor at home and throws it away without me asking. She also throws away her entire plate, fork and spoon, but I'm not complaining.

While I was vacuuming, I realized I had been driving around for the past month without Paisley's car seat buckled in what-so-ever. Not winning any mother of the year points there, am I? Ick, that was a gross feeling. We are now locked and loaded and completely secure.