In our family, my sons and husband used to cringe when I would remind (ok, yes, it was nagging at times lol) everyone that everything has a place and there is a place for everything. The dirty clothes were to go in the laundry hampers, clothes needed to be sorted and put away in their proper drawers or bins, coats were hung up in the closet, backpacks had a spot, dishes needed to get washed after dinner and put away in order that the sink and counters were clean before bed and upon waking. At times I sounded and felt like the drill sergeant but as I have said to people, I am essentially lazy and I know I can procrastinate with the best. Furthermore, I hugely dislike cleaning big messes instead I prefer smaller clean-ups. Staying on top of the sorting and classifying was my way of trying to minimize our family household stress.
Now in retirement, I breathe a sigh of relief when we come home as everything has a place and we diligently stay on top of it. Both Mark and I defer to tidy over hyper mopping, washing, dusting, and polishing. If things are not chaotic our minds can relax and when we need to jump to action, we know the location of what we need. It’s nice to have the excitement and mess of company but boy it is nice to return to kindergarten sorting and classifying order.