My van is like a second purse to me- water bottles and granola bars for me and the kids AND street beggars, a pair of flats for driving, wet wipes and tissue, all the stuff for emergency stops, plus a hairbrush and lipstick, tunes to listen to, charger cords, paper and pens, maps, hidden money for yard sales, first aid kit, nail clippers kit, and always some sort of randomness.
Right now, it looks like I am ready to go giant vampire hunting because I have 5 foot long sharpened wooden stakes just floating under the back seats. why? leftovers from a scout camping activity that needs to be returned to a farish off scout trailer.
As for a stop helping! moment-
DH's parents are down sizing and offered us their lovely and heavy dining room table. Yes, we will take it. Please, grandmother, get OUT of the way of the DOOR! This table is heavy!! and we have to angle it just so and maneuver the front landing steps, so STOP trying to carry one leg, or wipe it off, or try to throw on the dust cover as we are walking backwards and sideways with this very heavy and lovely table!! We've got it, and physics will not allow you into the equation of table angle vs. door vs. steps.