I'm pretty honest on my blog. I've confessed to not brushing my hair and finding maggots in my trash can.
I feel I can be open with you guys and share my latest spectacular Mommy Confession.
Today I found ants in my car.
Typically, ants are found roaming a mound or trailing up the slide, not in a car.
But then again, spiders like cars, why not ants.
Lately, nothing surprises me.
But back to the ants.
On the way home from Great Grandma's house, Roo was strapped into her car seat and suddenly shouted: ANT!
I thought she either had fantastic vision or one had managed to wiggle its way into the car.
At the stoplight, I turned around and sure enough, ant.
I squashed it and went on my merry way.
Once home, I dug around and found another ant.
That's when I realized we had a problem... said problem was a Fruit Buddy that someone had gobbled up and tossed to the floor (Roo, not me). It was COVERED in ants.
The girls went inside with their Daddy and Mommy busted out the vacuum and ant killer.
Those ants were no match for me.
Needless to say, there are no longer ants in the car, or any cheerios, crayons (BTW: Florida concrete gets hot enough to melt crayons in seconds), hair bows, pretzels, straws or anything else on the floorboards of my car.
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