The messes that never go away. The constant disorder. My nagging to pick up, which never stops.
And this isn't bad at all. There are days, that it's insane, and living in that messy insanity, drives me BONKERS.
But there are some days, that I sit and smile at all the messes. I think that one day these messes wont be here. My babies will outgrow their toys; they'll be too busy with their phones and other gadgets; they'll prefer to be with their friends, than to be sitting in my living room; one day they won't be living here, and my house will be clean and organized, and most likely quiet, and lonely.
This is one annoyance, I can't imagine my life without. It's one that I LOVE more than anything.