Here’s what’s in my car:
- Caitlin’s shoes and slippers
- My work shoes, by the driver’s feet, almost tucked under the seat
- Work socks- don’t ask
- The front passenger seat’s headrest, detached, sitting on the front seat itself
- A tie on the front seat, within reach when I reach the office
- A few more ties, in the storage box behind the hand (park) brake, for the rare times I bother to colour-coordinate
- My staff ID / dog tag, in the glove box
- My iPod FM transmitter, for listening via the car’s radio, to Dr Karl’s podcasts
- Gym bag, in my boot
- Gym shoes, in my boot
- Go-out shoes, for when I, well, go out
- A big-ish DHL box, in my boot, with my gym bag and shoes inside
- Child seat, behind and left of the driver’s seat
- Steering lock, by the floor under the child seat
- The occasional toy, wrapper, used tissue near the child seat
This “attitude” of having almost the whole household in my car started since my bachelor days. Ahhh, the bachelor days….. .. when I was young, single and free to do whatever my heart (and FREE schedule allowed) fancied. On weekends, when I see my parents for meals, I even packed party clothes, all ready for a night out. Ahhh, night-outs on the prowl… And when I feel like it (meaning when I feel like it! Not when a schedule allows) I’d head on over to the gym. Ahhh, niche gyms targeting single male and FEMALE professionals ..
Outside of office hours, I leave my work shoes in the car, preferring to wear my slippers. It’s a tropical country, and I don’t quite care (anymore) what I look like with shirt, pants, slippers, wriggly toes. It’s also ‘cos it’s easier to slip on slippers, rather than socks and shoes, when I have to carry kids- bending over putting them on with one hand and baby in the other is no easy feat.
At nights, I also leave Caitlin’s schoolbag in the car for the next morning to school, only taking out her books if she required them- but usually all her homework would have been done by the time we head home from Grandma’s. Again, there’s usually my own bag to carry, plus other baby stuff of Caleb’s.
Caitlin goes home in her slippers, natrually. But on school mornings, she’d be fully dressed in her uniform and proper shoes. Daddee then makes it a point that her slippers make their way back to Grandma’s, again for her use in the evenings; and that her school shoes also make the reverse return trip with her / us for the next morning’s use.
While dropping Caitlin off at her school and when the teachers come up to receive them, they do most times get a peek into what’s in my car, especially when they open the door to help get Caitlin’s schoolbag from the front seat (where I usually sit it in the mornings). Okay, I do sometimes wonder what goes on in their heads, Gees, look at this father’s junk / tardiness- what example is he giving his kid??
The detached headrest? Caitlin likes to see where we are going when she is in her carseat!
So, defensively, this arrangement of stuff in my car, works; despite what Hot Mummee says! So there!
What’s in your car? And why are they there / not there?? 
