I’m the type of person who never asks for help. I don’t know why, perhaps I was raised to be independent, or maybe I’m just happy doing things the way I do them. Lately though cleaning our house has been a completely nerve-wracking experience. With a 5-month-old and a 4-year-old at home with me, basically 24/7, I feel like every chance I get to clean is glorious but then I turn around and there’s a mess 3x bigger than the mess I just cleaned up. Sometimes I picture myself embodying Einstein’s definition of insanity (“The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result.”). But as Billy Joel says, “I may be crazy, but (I just might be the) lunatic you’re looking for”. Ok, I changed that last quote a bit.