Why a little mess is a good thing
Parenthood is a nightmare for the recovering decor-porn addict.
Maybe you've got garishly-coloured toys cluttering your once-gleaming hardwood. Or the counter where you used to place a glass bowl of lemons is now awash in permission slips and Playmobil.
Dirty socks on the back of the piano. That's the one that gets me. I'm unreasonable that way, I guess.
Try as we might to be zen about the detritus of family life, it's hard not to have Container-Store visions dancing through your head when the piles start to get high and demoralizing. Besides, Pottery Barn Catalogue says you should have a wall-mounted system for stuff like this! Du-uh!
Dedicated "to all the unbalanced mothers," the book is about letting go of perfection and running your house in a manageable way.
This part spoke to me:
"As a Mom, also think about what you're modeling for your children when you're a perfectionist:
* You have to blow people away when they come to visit so they will like you.
* Perfectly folded T-shirts and clean faces equal the perfect family.
* You have to kill yourself to prove to others that you've made it.
* A spotless house is more important than fun.
* Work is more important than family."
These are good words to have in mind when you're faced with your choice between a basket of clothes that needs to be put away, and a kick-ass water-gun battle with your kids.