I wish I could be the mom who lets the mess pile up and deals with it once at the end of the day… but I am simply not that girl. The toys? The random socks? The tiny, hard plastic objects that somehow multiply on my floor? They haunt me. 👀 I have to pick up as I go, or my anxiety goes through the roof. I wish I had more chill, but I just don’t. I can be laid back about a lot of things, but waking up to a messy house? Not one of them. Everything has to be put away before bed, or I can’t sleep. It’s my toxic trait, and I fully own it. 💁‍♀️ Any other type A moms feel me on this?! Tell me I’m not alone! ⬇️ momlife sahmlife unfilteredmotherhood keepingitreal