Humans, as a species, adapt well. We adapt to changing schedules, environments, lifestyles, amount of sleep, etc. As a mom of four (soon to be five) I have had to adapt. When I first moved to VA I had a two bed/two bath apartment that I shared with my dog. In the three months I lived there alone, before Ryan moved down, I had a cleaning routine. Every Friday night after work, I would order a pizza and I would start at the bedroom and work my way towards the front door cleaning. Usually by the time the pizza arrived, the apartment was clean. Then Ryan moved in and I had to adapt. He was messy...actually back then he was a SLOB! He also liked to leave the TV on (I hate the extra noise) he liked to sleep a lot, he was just not on the same page as me.
As any couple does, we adapted. He cleaned up more, I accepted some things, some very, very small things! As kids came into the mix, I had to be willing to accept toys on the floor, clothes left in the bathroom, spills at the table and all that comes with having little people. I would venture to say that anyone who walked in my house on a given day would not think it to be neat and orderly. However, I always strive for clean. I dust twice a week, I vacuum at least twice a day (combating Newfoundland hair and kid mess), I wipe the kitchen after every meal, the table after every meal, the bathrooms are cleaned multiple times a week and I pick up endlessly. We are not a show house. At present we are a house in pieces with the master bathroom floor half torn up, the playroom in shambles and a few other small projects being completed, but the floors are vacuumed, the dishes clean, the bathrooms are presentable. It is all about adapting, and looking back now, I couldn't imagine not having all these glorious kids, and the messes they leave me!