I'd also qualify for the "how quickly your kids can get to the bathroom door after you shut it" event.
Alright. If you see these pictures and still come back around here, you're a saint. And a great friend, please move to our neighborhood so we can drink coffee and walk to the bus stop in our pj's.
(we don't really have a bus stop but that's neither here nor there.)
I'm a big stay-on-top-of-the-laundry kind of gal. Although, the past 90 days of sweet, sweet Summer has left me a little more relaxed on the housework scene. And while I don't believe that everything should be perfect all the time (or any of the time), I also hate when things get to a point when I can't even find MY OWN clothes.
Motherhood is my sport. The laundry is where I go for the gold.
And while I know we have 6 kiddos and the house is not always going to be running smoothly, I like to feel the accomplishment of being able to run this place like a well oiled machine.
I will, however, still embrace the saying, "Please excuse the mess, the children are making memories"...
What? You're play room never looks like that? Well then just close your sweet little eyes and think happy thoughts. Find a happy place.
My system is simple: I got all the laundry done, there is not one basket in any room with one piece of clothing - it took a lot of blood, sweat, and tears to get to that point.