Last week, my van was a hideous mess. There was an audible shambling, sliding sound every time I came to a short stop, as the detritus of our endless commute migrated from back to front. Every time someone opened a door, something would tumble out -- sometimes a book or a toy, but sometimes something more squalid: a muddy sock, an apple core, or even a chicken bone. I was disgusted and ashamed, but I just couldn't find the time to clean it.
Finally, at my wit's end, I took desperate measures: I volunteered as a driver. Twice a month, I'm now committed to drive middle school kids from one campus to the other. And now, time or no time, I have no choice: I have to clean that van....READ MORE