We are not a family with much clutter. It isn’t that we’re always spic and span–that’s just for photos. We probably have less clutter than most families, not because we’re unnaturally neat; it’s primarily because clutter is a visual stressor for me.
Are there unmade beds? Lately, more often than not.
Are there dishes in the sink? That depends on whether Meredith is up yet or not.
Are there flip flops tucked up under the ottoman, tables and chairs? Frequently, yes.
But there are not a lot of knick-knack, paddy-wacks waiting around to collect dust. Things tend to get put away more often than they don’t. We don’t have “collections”; well, except for the swanky swigs from my childhood–they are tucked away safely in the attic waiting for the day when I can display them on glass shelves in our future kitchen window.