The witty posts from Heather’ s DH, Matt, got me thinking about my own darling husband and our relationship. My DH hates to write anything so he would never agree to write a blog entry but if you meet him in person I’m sure he’d be happy to lament, at length, about what it’s like living with me and my passions. CPS is one of them but there are others too.
Like Matt, my poor DH has had to endure the constant clutter of carseats strewn about the house. I try to corral most of the ones that I’m not using at the moment in the big closet upstairs in DS1’s bedroom and all the training seats are stored elsewhere. However, the seats that are “in transition” are sometimes hanging out temporarily in the dining room, or in the playroom, or DS2’s bedroom, or in the basement, or maybe in the shed, or maybe all of the above.
You will notice that I didn’t say in the garage. There is a reason that there aren’t any carseats in the garage. Simply put, I (as well as my precious carseat collection) am banned from the garage.