When I was really little (before I started school) my parents divorced, and my mom, sister and I moved into a little ‘ghetto’ apartment. I shared a room with my sister, and we had a mattress on the ground. Being kids, we always jumped on it and trashed the room every chance we got. My mom worked all week and took care of us when we weren’t in day care (we were a handful, to say the least). Her housecleaning time was basically taken up by basic things such as keeping the kitchen and bathroom clean enough to keep us healthy, and things like clothes on the ground could ‘go until next week.’ Having a couple three-year-olds around and no time to clean made a bit of a difference.