“Please excuse the mess,” I often murmur to my feet (and the scattered toys littering the floor) whenever guests walk through my front door. But today, I’m declaring that I’m finished with these apologies.
I’ve finally come to terms with the fact that if I lived alone, I could maintain a tidy space. At least, that’s what I like to believe! Growing up, my parents sometimes labeled me as a “super slob,” so achieving a clean home would feel like a personal victory. However, that achievement remains elusive since I share my life with four males—three of whom are under eight years old.
Reality hits hard when I realize how much time I spend chasing after my kids, picking up Pokémon cards, LEGO pieces, clothes, and food remnants. It feels like I’m constantly battling against an overwhelming tide of toys that seem to multiply overnight.
This perpetual mess stems from a few reasons. Firstly, I definitely wasn’t born with the gene for organization. As much as I wish my home could look pristine, I simply don’t have the knack for it. We all possess strengths and weaknesses, and I’m still searching for my domestic talents.
Secondly, I lack the energy and motivation to tackle every household chore. When I finally get a moment to myself, I often choose to scroll on my phone or just relax instead of cleaning. After a long day with the kids—especially the chaotic bedtime routine—I’d rather unwind with a show like “Bridgerton” than clean up. And believe me, my cleaning stamina is about as impressive as my jogging ability—pretty dismal.
Additionally, my affection for toys, particularly LEGO, doesn’t help. With the support of doting grandparents, our collection has grown into what feels like a mini children’s museum. Sometimes, I fondly recall the days when my first child was small and the floors were clear. But those days are long gone. I’ve come to embrace my maximalist tendencies, even if it means chaos reigns.
Living in a small city apartment, where our living and dining area doubles as a playroom, doesn’t make organizing any easier. Add to that the challenges of raising three energetic boys, and it’s a recipe for disaster. One child creates messes; three turn it into complete mayhem. I’ve seen them turn a tidy space into a war zone in mere minutes. It seems I’ve passed down my talent for chaos to my children, who often treat the floor as a dumping ground and the walls as napkins (yes, really—one of them once wiped his face on the wall instead of grabbing a napkin).
I do spend a good portion of my day tidying up, but I often run out of steam before I can finish everything. As a result, I feel like I’m just keeping my head above water—surrounded by clean laundry and toys. Better than dirty laundry, right? But more often than not, the mess levels continue to rise. By the end of the weekend, it often reaches a tipping point, leaving me to spend my Monday mornings trying to recover from the weekend chaos.
Visiting my most organized friends can be inspiring, but that motivation fades quickly once I return home to reminders of why my space doesn’t look like theirs. Plus, I’m fully aware of the effort required to achieve a magazine-worthy home, and I often find it just not worth the hassle.
I know I’m not alone in recognizing that parenthood is a tough gig. Keeping my kids alive, happy, and entertained is my top priority. Yet, I still find myself apologizing for the state of my home to everyone who walks through the door. I can’t seem to stop those apologies from slipping out.
But I no longer want to apologize. I refuse to feel sorry for doing my best, even if that best is far from perfect. I’m choosing to embrace my imperfections and the beautiful mess that comes with raising children. This article serves as a reminder—to myself and others—that it’s okay to let go of the need for perfection.
Perhaps I’ll even post this piece on my door as a welcome note for guests, reminding myself to stop the apologies in their tracks.
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In summary, living in a small apartment with three little boys means embracing the mess and chaos that comes with it. Perfection isn’t the goal—doing my best and accepting imperfections is what truly matters.
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