My husband and I are trying desperately to make our house look like a home, and not like this:
Needless to say, our boys don’t help, and I do NOT factor the playroom into the equation when discussing the cleanliness of my house. Side note – we have since taken out the train table, since it clearly was not being played with properly. Mean parents.
I like the phrases “Pardon the mess, children making memories” or “We live here” or whatever lies I can tell to make myself feel better. But, the boys are pushing the limits of my sanity (and ability to lie about it).