So my reward for giving the twins an awesome birthday complete with McDonald’s dinner and ice cream dessert was finding in the car the next morning: two half empty soda cups festering in the cup holders and two containers half full of melting ice cream dripping on the seats.
I cleaned that all up while yelling at the kids to get in the car for school, managing to carry all of that to the trash without spilling … or so I thought.
Later in the day I was confused by the random sticky spots on my shirt.
Apparently I spilled a bit. Grrr.