Written by Marykate Wurster, mother of three wonderful children, Gladwyne, PA
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And for some reason, I have a problem with making sure the doors are closed. Maybe it’s because I am impatient. When I pull into the drive I am “okay kids, we are home! Everyone out!” and dash in the house expecting my crew to be at my heels and to remember our rule – last one out closes the door. But that gets missed. A lot. If I had a dollar for every time someone said “you know your car door is open”. Well, you know what I mean.
It is left open in the driveway most often. And that usually isn’t such a bad thing. Except once, last year, it was left open and then the next morning I found muddy paw prints all over the seats and goldfish strewn like confetti, crumbs everywhere. A raccoon. And if you read my post about all the snacks I carry in my car (soccer sanity), you can imagine what the interior looked like. And you should also know that I find raccoons disgusting, gross beyond description. No Kissing Hand, no woodland animal reference or black mask can woo me. The result – a car detail, immediately. Followed by a long, long stretch of making sure the door was closed.
On another occasion a friend and I left an indoor children’s play place and on our way home stopped at the McDonalds off I 95 in Darien, CT. I scrambled through my purse, grabbed a debit card and left my purse, with the wallet on top and open, and the wide, almost car length mini van doors OPEN at an I-95 rest stop. Yes, east coast women of the world, I -95. We eat, the kids run around, stand on chairs until we had enough and it was time to leave. And all I have to say is, someone is looking out for me. All there. Not touched. Thank you, I thank you.
And I was on a good roll for a while when this past Sunday I was going to my favorite yoga class. I keep my mat in my trunk. I get my mat, grab a water, and head into class, before I am forced to slow and breathe, and spend over an hour and a half inside. This time I return to the trunk open, purse on the front seat, cell phone in purse. All there. Again, thank you.
Does anyone else share this car door problem? I think it has something with the automatic aspect. By the way – this is an isolated issue for me. As in, I have never lost a cell phone or keys or heavens forbid wallet. I am otherwise a pretty together girl. Not that I am defensive about it. I just thought you should know that. In case you thought I was a flake or something. Because I’m not. Except with my car doors. Sometimes. Yep, okay. Signing off.
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