I have a secret to tell you. When I was younger and childless I would get into a crumb filled, toy stuffed car of some Mother I knew and I would cringe (inwardly of course!). They would apologize about the mess and I would be all like,"It's no big deal. It's totally ok." But on the inside I was like, " Man when I'm a Mom my car soooo won't look like this." Yesterday I cleaned out my car. What I found was scary. I realized how incredibly, undeniably wrong I was. I have not only become one of those Mother's, I am worse than anyone of those Mother's I ever rode with. I pulled out wads of wrappers and goldfish crackers, and raisins and pages of coloring books, and toys, upon toys, upon toys, and books. When I pulled a melted candy bar from under a car seat, I was so relieved to realize it wasn't poo that I nearly wept with joy. And the worst part of all of this is that I had NO IDEA how bad it had gotten. I have apparently bec...