Once upon a time 24 hours ago, I had this room completely organized. Only half the items made it back to their original locations upstairs before Hurricane Lillie came and ruined EVERYTHING. Her idea of picking up toys that she's strewn across the house is to literally through them in the floor. There are THREE perfectly good laundry baskets sitting RIGHT THERE, dear girl. Utilize them.
The living room in itself is not messy... HOWEVER... There are plenty of items waiting to go back to their respectful homes under the window. The couch has seen better days. Because of the kids and the cat, I'm not allowed to have nice furniture for at least 20 more years. SIGH.
This? Is my craft room. We moved it over TWO MONTHS AGO to the basement so I could get crafty whenever I wanted. And then I had a nervous breakdown and made the Husband bring it all back upstairs to my little cocoon off the laundry room. I still haven't really put anything back and I'm officially lacking the desk I was using (thanks to Lo) and the sewing table (thanks to my Grandfather) because they've both decided that they needed it more than me. Again, I can't have anything nice until the kids leave home... and even then... There's really no excuse for this. It's been on my to-do list for THREE WEEKS RUNNING if not longer. It just so happens to be the LAST item on my to-do list so that by the time I get to it, I'm pooped.