I’m a Bonus Mom, Not a Maid—Someone Send Help (or Wine)

I have not just asked these kids to clean their rooms, I have given them systems. Foolproof, there-is-no-excuse systems. I labeled bins. I bought storage furniture. I color-coded Amelia’s toys so she’d know exactly where everything goes (blue bin = dolls, red bin = chaos, green bin = whatever 7-year-olds hoard). I basically turned their rooms into a tiny, organized IKEA showroom, thinking, This will be it! This will finally get them to clean up!

Spoiler alert: It did not.