"But That's My..."

There's a laundry basket lying sideways in the middle of the floor...adjacent to some dirty laundry. I go to pick it up and put it back in the closet. "But that's my DOOR!!!"

The rug is rolled back with chairs sitting on top of the three layered part, with piano bench pulled close. Blocks stacked up on the bench. Railroad tracks placed strategically. Blocks lined up on the floor underneath. I unwittingly move a stray block. "But that's my ORGAN PEDAL!!"

Another circular block is lying on the couch. What do I do?? Oooops -- "don't put it away, mommy, that's my CAMERA!!"

So even IF I had all the time in the world to clean the house........it remains in disorder. For the sake of my son's creativity.