You know how it starts. You walk through the door after a bad day and deposit your purse, your jacket, the kids' jackets, a handful of papers from kindergarten, a couple art projects from preschool, some mail, and four of the fifteen sippy cups from your car on the dining room table. Three hours later, the kids are finally in bed and at last you have the chance to rest for the first time since everyone woke up at 5:30 AM. You look over at the pile of crap on the table, and you think, "yeah, no."
A couple days later, you do laundry. By the time you get the 10 millionth tiny sock folded and all 180 pairs of toddler underwear tucked away in the kids' drawers, you look at the pile of adult-sized clean clothes on your bed, and you think, "yeah, no."
On the weekend, while sitting at a swim class, maybe you look at Pinterest or a Pottery Barn catalog, and you have all these IDEAS of how you'll finally print off all those family photos and arrange them in an elegant gallery wall, or create that baby book you've been meaning to put together for the last three years, or paint this room that gorgeous color and hang some beautiful drapes and...yeah, no.
And so it goes. Until one day you blearily look around your house and realize...it's a total fucking nightmare.
Then you have two choices:
1) You can start cleaning.
2) You can start laughing.
I love design blogs as much as the next person, but come on. Those people are either lying or living a completely different life from me. And since I still didn't feel like cleaning, I set out to document our mess in this helpful style guide for working parents:
Sure, I could have used the time I spent taking pictures to, I dunno, START CLEANING MY HOUSE. But this was much more fun.
(You'll notice there are no pictures of our dining room or bedroom here. That's because there is a limit to how much of my shame I'll put on the internet and those rooms were way WAY over it.)
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