Can't believe I used to care about having a clean house
Pre-kids me would have a stroke seeing my living room right now. There are literally three different toys in my line of sight, a dried up waffle under the couch, and I'm wearing the same hoodie I've had on since Tuesday. Somehow I'm okay with it? I've accepted that clean is temporary and chaos is permanent. Miss the minimalist vibe I had going. Gained the ability to let stuff go and honestly more peace because I stopped fighting it.
I baby-proofed everything twice but honestly I gave up on the clean house battle after kid number two arrived. Now I just do a 15 minute sweep before guests come over and call it a win.