I have two children and I really loved Viki59’s poem. I think it’s more important that the kids feel that they can play freely. I let them take all the cushions off our sofa and love seat in the family room and pile them all over. They do have to return them when they are done.
I came down as middle of the road, but I have worked very hard to get there. I was born messy. My father used to take photos of my side of the bedroom and post them on the refrigerator because he couldn’t believe the mess I generated. I just am not bothered by clutter, and in fact, I don’t see it. I have worked very hard to overcome this character flaw of mine.
I have even checked out books from the library about housekeeping since now I am a stay at home mom and have no excuse. The best one was called The Messy’s Guide, and their best bit of advice was to frequently invite people over. I now have people over for small dinner parties every two weeks, and this forces me to really clean the house. I am embarrassed by mess at least. I also enjoy cooking and am a good cook, so I love to have friends over to share dinner with us.
When I was working outside the home, my messiness didn’t bother me as much, but now I feel that more of my self-esteem comes from the way my home looks, and it was actually getting me very down.
I live in a very up-scale neighborhood and everyone has these perfect homes, and I could never bring myself to spend 20 thousand dollars to redecorate my family room. I am too cheap. I think it’s more important to save for college and retirement.
Anyway, I have suffered for my messiness throughout my life. I drove my mother crazy, and for those of you who are neat freaks, we messies do not do this because we are lazy or whatever. We just don’t see the mess.