Yes, it it true that I like a picked-up house. Yes, it is true that clutter produces within me an actual physical response.
Nothing, I repeat, NOTHING breaks the resolve of a mother determined to leave that box from Tuesday night’s 1 am pizza order on the table until a certain 16-year-old decides he’s going to pick it up his own dang self.
It can be there until next month. I don’t care.
I will work around it.
I will clean around it.
I will ignore it happily.
Because THAT is the stuff that motherhood is made of.