Detailing

So one Sunday morning I got this hair brain idea to detail my suburban. With the enlistment of some help (well for a little while at least) and a few hours later, I had a shiny, clean smelling, vacuumed, shampooed, clean truck. Oh how I L.O.V.E. it when things are clean.

This is my only before & after picture. It's really not that dirty, right?

Well with children it gets pretty nasty. Too dirty for my tastes. Why do kids not care if it's dirty or clean? Is it really that hard to clean up after yourself? How hard is it to remember to grab your trash when you get out of the truck? I can't believe all the things I found under the seats in the back, really? Gross! Oh well, I guess that's what happens when you have children.

My little helper for a few minutes. She doesn't really enjoy getting into all the little cracks and crevices (Whoa! Flashback from childhood. Get out of my head dad!)

It's funny how now that I'm older cleaning is actually relaxing. Weird, I know. But like some would say that's my OCD coming out. Hey, at least my truck is clean. Can you say the same?

Yes, I did the whole nine yards. My carpets were all vacuumed and shampooed. Leather all scrubbed and wiped down. Every thing I could take off, move out of the way, get under was moved and cleaned.

I'm proud to say that even now after a couple months my truck is still clean and smells good. Yeah, I get on the kids every time they're in it. "Make sure you get everything you brought in out. Don't leave any garbage on the floor or in the back of the seat." And yes, I do check it when they get out. "Sora, what is this brush doing on the floor? Olivia, is that your jacket?" My poor kids.

My other little helper was happy enough to be laying in his stroller, sipping on some formula and hanging out.

I did stop to take him for a walk. How could I not? This cute little face with the big eyes.

*Pictures taken Sunday, September 5, 2010*