My kid is destroying my house. lol

My house hasn't been clean since my daughter started walking. I swear. Sure, I clean it, but literally, I can turn around and there will be a new mess to replace the one I just cleaned. Our kitchen table has all manner of food bits on it, left over from who knows what meal. I clean it...but somehow I always find the parts that stuck.

It's very frustrating and almost demoralizing to me. How did I do this when the boys were little? I remember having a clean house. I did it every day after they went to bed, but now when she goes to bed, I hang out with my husband and I don't want to spend time mopping or whatever.

So I do it during the day and some days I just want to cry because it seems absolutely pointless. Have I mentioned that I get super stressed if I'm in a chaotic or cluttered environment for too long?

Right now, I'm in clutter hell.
CLUTTER HELL!!!! Every room in my damned house is cluttered with crap. Half-finished projects have created piles of shit here....lack of closet space has created piles there. The basement is like a crypt for shit we need to throw away... our bedroom is the second storage area for our daughter's toys. Our closet doubles as storage for Ryn's old baby bed and such, that we really need to get rid of before I lose my mind and ask to have another baby....like for real. We don't need another child. I can barely keep up with Ryn as it is. lol

The thought of tackling any of it is daunting and I just have no motivation to do it, even though I KNOW I'll feel better after it's done.

I need to create a to-do list and go through it step by step and forget about it...stop thinking about it and just fucking do it already.

Seriously though, how can I do this when I'll have Ryn behind me making more messes as I go? What if she throws a fit in the middle of it all? what if she secretly eats something she's not supposed to while I'm trying to organize?

All I can say is it's REALLY beginning to wear on me. Like really bad. I've noticed my mood has changed the last couple of days. I feel irritable and I find myself dreading getting up in the morning because I think about the clutter....and all the messes Ryn will make today. That's crazy talk, I know. She's 2...it's par for the course. But right now, it's too much for me.

So....I'm a fixer. I don't dilly-dally with shit. I need to do this, so I need to devise  plan ASAP.

I think I'll start in my son's room so when it's finished, I can shut the door and it will STAY clean! That'll be a good first step. I'll do that and the bathroom. Then, I can do the library tomorrow and the upstairs on Saturday...or tomorrow, if I have time.

The basement...well, I can't do that alone, so who knows when it'll get finished. Probably when we are prepping for the move. I don't have to see it every day though, so that's a bonus.

As for the table. I'm gong to clean it again and then put a table cloth one it.

As for the floors...ugh. I'm just not going to worry about them today. With the dog shedding all over the place constantly, two cats and the kiddo, I just can't.....gah!

Oh, and have I mentioned that my daughter has managed to break all but three of my necklaces? And she's eaten the tips off most of her colored pencils.