I have two kids under 13 and when we go to weekly activities night at the church, I buy fast food because there is just no time after work before I have to leave to beat traffic, to make a good dinner. This, unfortunately means that there are… ‘leftovers’ in the back seat. These food fossils can make my car smell pretty raunchy.
I have fibromyalgia and when I have a really rough week with exhaustion, I come home for lunch and take a nap. I live close enough to work, thank the Maker, that I can take a 20-30 minute power nap. It really helps. But during these times, I don’t have the time or energy to do less ‘needful’ things, like clean the car. My husband, however, knowing this, chips in and does these little, wonderful works of service for me.
This week during lunch he went in to take on the car (especially the backseat). When I came out, he was holding a bottle I knew was flea spray:
“What are you doing?” I asked him (in ASL, of course). “You know that is not cleaner?”
“Oh, yes,” he said. “I know. I just was trying to make your car smell better with Febreeze.”
He laughed. “Well. Your car is clean and completely flea free.”
I nodded my head, though I’m not sure how many fleas the kids brought into the car.
“You can blog about this,” he said, generously. “How my husband flea proofed the back seat of the car… It’s one of those blind man skilz.”
And so… I did.