I will never be accused of having a perfectly kept house. Am I proud of this? Of course!
I have always known that the best kept house cannot be a perfect home. Whether or not there are kids or pets, a house cannot be a home if "there is a place for everything and everything is in it's place."
As a mom, I've allowed my child to have his 'mess'. As a wife, I've allowed my husband to leave things everywhere. As a person, I've had my moments of cleaning and clearing which may be in equal proportion to many "bless this mess" moments.
I'm good at camouflaging the clutter if I hear that there's a surprise visit on the horizon. But when a push becomes a shove, I can be a genius at doing a thorough job.
Often I can surprise even myself, with the outcome of a space, in just a couple of hours. Once I get in the mood, I can do wonders.
At the end of the day, it all boils down to finding the balance between being perfect and imperfect. I've been told that I'm perfectly imperfect. And I like it!