I'm still in my pyjamas, I just threw some clothes on over top (In my defense, I've been sick)

You can't walk two steps in my lounge without having to navigate something (to be fair, our lounge is only about 2 steps big anyway...).

My bedroom is something a teenager would be ashamed of.

I've got 2 little boys too, by the way, and I'm sure it won't always be like that - there will come a time where they can play with things for more than 5 minutes at a time, and can be bribed to pack up with pocket money or other things, and can be trusted to play outside on their own and play imagination games for ages. I don't know if that's true, but that's what I tell myself when I lie in bed and look at the filth in our room.
(In our case, I tell myself things will change when we move house too, we have one small linen closet for the whole house and no other storage, not even a pantry, no dishwasher, tiny lounge and laundry with no proper clothesline...it has to get better, cos I can't imagine things getting worse! )