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I'm trying really hard to clean up all of my messes. Physically and mentally and urgh, doing both, at the same time is haaaaarrrrrd internet people. It's really hard.

Part of being a foster carer is opening our home up for social workers and government workers to come through at short notice and at any time.  We have unscheduled unannounced visits sometimes, just to make sure that we aren't locking our children under the stairs (tempting) or living in complete squallor, which can make it really hard to ignore the dirty dishes in the sink, just in case some lady is going to come into the house and judge me.

So, on a superficial level, our home looks clean most of the time. As long as you ignore the cushions on the floor the dog has kicked off the sofa because he doesn't like the way I place them. (he wants me to put them on an angle, but I like them face on with a chop down the middle.)
But go upstairs and into my bedroom and I'm living like a 14-year-old girl.
Be careful opening that cupboard because everything might fall out and kill you where you stand.
Probably best not open under the bathroom cabinets because for some reason, my husband hoards old catalogues and magazines and that's where they end up. Along with half empty shampoo bottles when I decide I don't want to smell like watermelon anymore, it's all about the coconut.

So, I'm trying to do better.
Throwing out things, cleaning out my makeup...I don't think I'm ever going to wear blue eyeshadow circa 2001... sorting through my office and all the empty envelopes my husband has collected...

What it will be like not living on the edge anymore? Gone will be the "if I open the tuppawear cupboard will everything fall out" challenge.

Will I miss the weekly ripping apart of the house to find LM's homework sheet that I was sure I just put in that drawer...

Do people actually live like that, though? Everything in perfect order and organised and clean all the time?