I am not a neat, organized person. My house is almost always in chaos; there are crumbs on the floor, toys scattered throughout most of the rooms and the kids leave a trail of clothes from one end of the house to the other (why they feel the need to take off items of clothing as they walk through the house, I have no idea).
We always have food to eat, we always have clean clothes (although, admittedly - often they are in a heap on the floor outside of the dryer) and there is always lots of laughter to be heard.
We play cars and trains, we dance and read books. We watch movies and bake together. We build forts in the kitchen, and we make memories that will last a lifetime. We have good days (like our fort building or tobogganing days) and we have not so good days (where the kids are rangy from being cooped up in the house and I have NO energy, or an incredibly sore foot and just want to lock myself in the bathroom or run from the house screaming)
I know that the house could be cleaner, but I also know that would be taking away time that I have with my kids (no, I don't spend ALL of my waking moments doing the above; I steal away and answer emails, check up on the blog and look in on my facebook and twitter accounts and I make sure to take some time for ME - a hot bubble bath and book in the evening when hubby is home, so he can have time alone with the boys). My mother was able to balance house and family (but she did that by sacrificing her sleep, which is NOT something I am willing to do)
So, I will continue to make memories with my children while the dust bunnies multiply and multiply. After all, the dust and clutter will still be there when the kids are all grown up, making memories with THEIR families. Why would I want to give up this precious time when they are young, for something that can wait?