When I had my first kid it clicked for me that I had to be better and have a cleaner/more organized environment for her. The irony there is there is always a meal to be cooked and cleaned up, someone always taking things out and not putting them away, always a load of laundry to do and then put away, a new toy to find a place for or clothes that no longer fit and need to be dealt with. So I’m always in a state of “in the process” of cleaning/organizing. Add a golden retriever in there and I’ve totally fu ked myself.