Honestly, I feel like I run a pretty chaotic household. Most days I don’t get home from work until about 6 pm, and usually I’m walking into a real pig sty. I leave earlier in the day than my husband and kids do, so I leave before everything has been destroyed. When I walk through the doors, I can usually tell what Sterling and Greyson had for breakfast just by looking around. Maybe it was a muffin because of the flurry of huge, crusty crumbs scattered all over. Or maybe it was cereal or oatmeal judging from the half-full bowls sitting on the kitchen counter. Either way, not cool dudes. Not cool.

In all honestly, as much as I’d like to blame them. I can’t, because I am soooo guilty. When I am tired, I will walk to the kitchen and leave my paper plate (we use paper plates as much as possible because my husband and I HATE doing dishes) on the kitchen counter. I like to say that it’s because I’ll come back to whatever I was eating at a later time, but I never do. And the trash can is literally a feet away from the kitchen counters.

When I’m cleaning up my house when guests are coming over, everything that doesn’t belong in the living area gets thrown into my bedroom. And you don’t even want to get me started on the bedroom. It’s bad, reeeally bad. There is a huge mountain of laundry scattered everywhere on the floor, and at this point, I’m not even sure what is clean anymore! And guess what: That mountain of laundry is probably just from this last week. It’s like no matter how much laundry we fold, there is magically a new mountain of clothes the next day. When you have two little boys whose favorite past time is playing “Who can get their clothes messier?”, you end up with A LOT of laundry.

It sucks. I joke with my husband all the time about how I’m going to hire a housekeeper just so they can fold my laundry. I’m seriously about to Konmari the shit out of my entire house. 😭

When my second was first born, I kept thinking, “Oh, they’re only so little for so long. The dishes will get done when they get done. No big deal.” Somewhere along the way, we’ve all evolved into this mega-ultra-lazy family.

Currently, we are working on it. Every day the kids get to help pick up their toys and they are such a great help! The real struggle comes with trying to have the motivation to clean up after dinner, or immediately start folding clothes after I take it out of the dryer. Especially when my husband and I have been gone all day, the last thing we want to do clean.

Here’s to having better habits and cleaner spaces. Hopefully we follow through with this, you know, just like how I say today’s going to be the day I start working out again. πŸ˜‰

If you have any tips to how you keep a wild house squeaky clean, let me know by leaving a comment below or on my Instagram! I’ll be sure to update when we’ve got a good rhythm of things around here, so stay tuned to see if we’re able to turn this monster house around.