Some days I can handle the mess and other days I can't. Yesterday I realised that IF I'd had my dream house when the girls were this age, as in now, it would have included a separate play wing where I could leave the mess in it's place and just close the door when the day was over but the play remained unfinished. In that dream house there would also be a live in housekeeper who cleaned when it was finished. In reality, our kitchen's not at all like that, it's the centre of play and the centre of "homeiness" (read mess) and you have to go through it to get everywhere else. Sometimes you just have to close your eyes to the mess.