Yesterday, Jack (and Harvey?) dumped every toy they own into a pile that spanned the entire living room. When I discovered it (I was off cleaning up some other disaster no doubt), I
Then, with an armload of things to put away, I noticed a few drops of Harvey's So Delicious chocolate coconut milk on the stairs. Hmph, guess it could be worse, I thought. Get to the top of the stairs and it's "AW, CRAP...IT IS WORSE"...
Whenever our family room starts to get a little out of hand (which is every couple of hours if we're home) I scoop everything up and sort it into little piles on the kitchen island and then deal with each pile. Laundry to the washer, toys to the living room, trash.....you get the idea. It really is affective.
At any rate, I try really hard to get cleaning and organizing done while the boys are out or busy so that my need for order doesn't totally eff them up. If that is even possible. I mean, I was not brought up by an obsessive people. And who am I kidding? I'd be so damn proud if they actually started compulsively picking up and organizing. As it is, they compulsively trash the place so what's the risk really?