In my house, there are 5 bedrooms, and 5 bathrooms. There are also 3 boys and, well, me.
Growing up, my mom would just close my door when my room was a mess – we fought about enough…she just let it go. In high school, I was hit or miss, but as I got older, I started to pull it together. When I was in college and had my own space, it was immaculate. Bathroom – spotless. Bed – made. Clothes – folded and away. Bless my grown-up single self.
Then came a husband, and I really kept up with cleaning with another human very well. I was okay with the extra laundry, having a boy in my bathroom…ah, young love.
I had my first baby, and I was committed to keeping up with having a clean house. I found some shortcuts and just made it a point to stay up a little bit longer and get things picked up before I went to bed.
Next came another baby, and well…just whatever.