Over the weekend, my husband and I went out for lunch at a friend’s place. After struggling with my 10 month old all morning to feed him food that he will dribble all over his mouth, dress him up for the cold weather which he will hate and the biggest challenge comes - to have him strapped in his car seat for a 20 min ride all the way while he screams his lungs out, I was already feeling my insides shouting for food. But my appetite was confronted by their house which was speck and clean – as if they had shifted the day before, as if all they ever did was to clean their house, as if they were most organized people on earth. Lately, I have been feeling terribly bad when I see homes that are clean and organized (because I just cannot seem to have a clean house even for half a day). I tell myself that it’s really okay to be messy because I take care of an extremely demanding and crawling baby all day. I tell myself that people will understand my plight when they see the ba...