Why is there an upside-down stool in the middle of the room and a batman character imbedded in the middle off my back? Because, your house goes to absolute shit when you have two kids. Don't let your multi-child friends fool you at some dinner party. There are secret stashes of crap they pushed into closets at the last minute or grandma just visited for two weeks and cleaned or soemthing. Your friends with two kids and an organized house are fooling you.
Your house goes to shit when you have two kids. At least if they're both small AND you have the normal variety of husband that doesn't do housework unless something is green and growing out of a hole somewhere or you specifically asked, and then asked again, and then flatout told him to do it. No, right now.
So, normal every day folks' houses go to shit. And it's uncomfortable. There's WAY more clutter than I can handle and by the quantity of laundry we do, you'd think there was a village in the back of my house that I'm secretly taking in the washing for in order to make ends meet. But no, this is just how much there is. The dog hasn't had a bath in three months and the bathrooms floor only gets cleaned when someone drops something or I cut the kiddo's hair in there. But the kids and I are clean and well-fed so ... my house is just shit for a while.
Don't stop by. Or do. It's really your call if you can handle it. I like living. So, I have to let the house be shitty so I can write and shower and eat and ski and do crafts with Magnus and read books and build forts. So if you can look past the mess, I'll share a glass of wine with you in a zebra print fort. If you can't, I understand. I can't really either. Thus the wine.