When I come home, I toss my keys into the clutter on the table by the door. There?s a basket there that?s supposed to help avoid the morning panic about lost keys, but it?s always filled with other stuff. Lately, it?s been holding all the 3-D glasses with punched-out lenses that our eight-year-old has been collecting.
If any of the kids are home, I am greeted by shoes, backpacks, dance bags and music-lesson paraphernalia, which will trip me as I make my way into the house. Yes, we have a mudroom with hooks and more baskets for those kinds of things, but we?ve all accepted that none of the clutter will find its way there unless it?s the weekend (or my more organizationally inclined husband decides he?s had enough and orders a tidy up). ...