A recent mini van vacuuming session revealed more than crumbs and sticky things.

It made me realize what a poor car keeper I am.

I suppose it's because I rarely invite anyone into my van.

Granted, I do provide the occasional ride to an extra kid to and from school and sports. But kids don't care.

It's only when I am obliged to transport another adult that I consider the cleanliness inside my vehicle.

Apparently I can look past the filth each day as I run circles around this town.

Looking closer with a more critical eye, I see the dust, dirt, snack remnants, and broken kids meal toys for what they are. Filth.

I would never let my home reach this level of filth but for some reason I allow it in my car.

Had I ever let my living room carpet pile up with hairy M&M's and kernels of popcorn mixed with baseball cleat stench, I probably would have had my children removed from my custody years ago.

Don't judge me by my car's interior becasue it is not a true picture.

And while you're at it don't judge me on my  physical appearance either.

When you see me in the supermarket in my favorite sweatpants, know that it's because I have been cleaning my house all day ( my car not so much), but regardless of how I may appear, I am a clean person.

Really.