The husband wears a uniform to work (which he smartly sends to the cleaners to make sure he has them when he needs them) so his everyday shirts pile up in a basket in the living room.
I tend to not put his clothes away because I hate the way he puts mine away so I figure he must hate where I put his clothes since he puts mine all willy nilly, where ever they fit. My dining room table has clothes on it and draped over the chairs, clean and dirty.
Can't do that with the laundry (albeit I thought hard about it).
I am one of those women who gaze lovingly at rooms in the magazines. I browse The Container Store website, putting things in my virtual cart, imagining how it would look in our home and then close the browser with my perfect elfa laundry room left to occupy cyberspace.
I read the home furnishing catalogs to see what I can do to make my home nicer. I love to look at soap.com and alice.com to see the latest in things I need to make my home smell better, look cleaner and of course be eco-friendly. I have to ask myself... who has the money for all that? (full disclosure: I LOVE method products and if I could afford to, would buy everything they sell)
It all comes down to clutter. Clutter on my dining room table, clutter in the bedrooms, clutter on top of my refrigerator and of course clutter in my mind.
When I am at work, sitting at my computer, all I can think about is ways that I can get the house organized and spend time with the family. I can make dinner, nurse the baby, fold the clothes and clean the *gag* bathroom. Yes, I can.
Then I get home and I make the four year old's dinner, while I entertain the bebe with promises that she will be next hoping to make it before she starts crying. I debate about making our dinner... how much can I do before the four month old wants to nurse...?
On great days I can finish;
On better days, the husband would have made dinner before heading off to work or will be heading home from work to entertain jamba mama while I cook.
And like every other mommy with a computer and a blog I would not trade any of it... unless my fairy godmother granted me maid service.