Mom's SUV Is, Well, Not Mom's

I always have a wealth of junk in the backseat of my vehicle. This is usually the result of my twin boys and their array of toys, snacks, DVDs, blankets, boxes of tissues, sweatshirts, and, well, you get the idea. So, I had to put a stop to this messy nonsense. Mom’s SUV should be Mom’s SUV. I’ve solved this problem simply. The boys each have their own nylon drawstring small sports pack to store and stash their goodies when in transit. No longer do we have animal crackers and that DVD of Alvin and the Chipmunks getting crushed on the floor under little feet. Favorite stuffed animals won’t get lost under the seats and bottled water stays in one spot instead of rolling all over the backseat. Neither one of my sons can leave the house unless he has his nylon pack with him and no one can get out of the car until all of his possessions have been gathered up and packed away. I like things to stay simple and the boys do, too. Less clutter, less mess, and now the kids know where everything is. No more “Mom, have you seen my blankie?”