With an almost three-month-old baby in the house, we never have time to keep anything clean. Yet I have turned into a cleaning freak - I feel that I am constantly doing it. I'm not complaining, as it actually has become a rather Zen-like experience for me.
Laundry is one of the main chores, and it's the hardest to stay on top of, particularly putting it away. I finally found the perfect place for all the clean clothes that were scattered in random baskets all over the house:
I have found that our chaotic house doesn't bother me the way it would have pre-Charlie. Now the mess and clutter is a sign that our home is lived in and full of love. We're so busy loving each other that we don't have time to do anything else. (That's my story, and I'm stickin' to it!)
PS - Charlie does not sleep in the crib with all the clean laundry, by the way. We figure we'll transition him into the crib once we get all the clothes hung up and put away. So in about a year or so.