I often trade creativity for a clean home. The predicament is I have an overwhelming sense of failure when our home is in disarray. Learning to let go of the voice in my head, the voice that says,”remember you told yourself you would keep a clean home when YOU were a parent.” It’s absurd, but I feel like I’ve down my inner-child. Again. But, in consolation, regardless of the devolved state of our home I’ve ALWAYS allowed my children to have friends over. Which was another childhood mantra I promised myself, “If my house is too messy to let my kids invite their friends over, then my house is too messy.” So at least I’ve got that.