It's an interesting journey, rearing kids. In the early formative years I felt I'd won the lottery. My daughter was incredibly neat and tidy.

And then she became a teen.

How she ever found anything I have no idea.

She tells me that when she slept over at her best friend's house she was horrified by how dreadful her room was.

I'm still confused by that. Nothing could have been worse than her own room...could it?