I received many responses which all loosely could be summed up by "My goodness, you mean I am not the only one? This makes me feel so much better".
Some people have this pile on their kitchen table, some in their bedrooms and some, like me, have it on their spare beds, but it would seem that more of us have this pile than would care to admit it.
One of my favourite responses came from one of my friends and neighbours, she said
We should all have "reality mothering" days when we open our homes in their true state to our friends without any frantic pre-visit tidy ups, sweeping into cupboards or closing of spare room doors. I think we'd all feel a lot better about ourselves! I think I've pretty much got to that stage with a lot of my friends now.I LOVE this, so in the spirit of the motion, I am hereby opening up my home with all it's blemishes for you to see
Here are my children, watching Peppa Pig while toys lie, unplayed with on the floor and the post nursery-run coats are discarded
Here is the play area of my living room being ignored because I put on a DVD and haven't tidied the toys away or made the children do it either!
Here is the washing machine, complete with washing that has been sitting clean but wet in it since yesterday evening
Here is the juice *shock horror* that I fairly regularly put inside my children!
Here is a large bag of bags that used to contain fresh milk that I have been meaning to take to the recycling point for about three weeks
Here are the chips I will feed my children tonight because I am too knackered to make something else!
And before we move upstairs, here are the curtains I haven't bothered opening all day and now at 4pm probably won't get round to opening today
Oh and the wet (not dirty) nappy I forgot to tidy up after I changed M earlier!
Here is the very disorganised bedroom of my children and an odd sock collection that I'd love to know if it can be rivalled (especially when you consider it is about half the odd sock, those belonging to my husband are elsewhere and I wear odd socks every day in order to deal with the problem another way)
My very disorganised bedroom
And my full to bursting wardrobe that I have been meaning to sort out since I found out I was pregnant (about 15 weeks ago)
This is my book shelf that for some reason also hosts a now empty chocolate tin, some hair detangler, shoes that fit no-one in our household and some nappy cream, not to mention the fabric and what might be the insert of a washing basket!
And finally we have the computer desk I am sitting at now to write this! (while the children watch more Peppa Pig).