I know we have things and there should be things in a home, but I'm talking about the random stuff that collects on top of "horizontal collection stations," as my husband's friend refers to them. And I'm talking about things that collect on the floor. My family piles things randomly around the house so the pick-up fairy will magically, "poof," make them disappear. I admit I'm a stacker myself, but I don't have any illusions that these things will disappear unless I take care of them, but my family not only has these illusions, but it apparently works for them.
I just went through the house today and picked up all the bedding our company used over the weekend. My oldest daughter threw the blanket and sheets out her bedroom door into the hallway. The blankets hang two feet from her door, the sheets could go in the wash; "poof." The futon bed in the computer/craft/guest room was still a bed; the cats thought it was for them. I pulled the mattress off, folded up the futon frame and flipped the mattress over to the "cat" side, put it back on the frame and put the sheets in the wash; "poof." Because no one put the blankets away before the cats laid on them, I now have to wash the blankets because the guests who normally use these blankets are allergic to cats. They are in the wash, then I will put them away; "poof."
My husband brings in the mail and just sets it down. I usually end up moving it to the coffee table so we can eat dinner at the table. When it stacks up enough, I go through it. Ninety percent of the mail is junk, but after 18 years of marriage, what is important and what is junk is still a mystery to my husband , so I sort it, tear off the labels and shred them, and recycle the rest; "poof."
When the dishwasher is not full and has dirty dishes in it, the dishes still stack up on the counter. If I haven't told someone specifically to do the dishes, they don't get done. So I take two minutes and throw the rest of the dishes into the dishwasher and run it so we have bowls for morning; "poof."
You get what I'm saying , I'm sure. On occasion I'll leave something sitting somewhere on purpose to see if anyone else in the family does anything about it. It never happens. My husband is under the illusion if he mentions doing something but doesn't do it, it actually counts towards doing it; like the fact he noticed made it happen. My kids just don't notice. Smart kids.
If I let it just go, I would be the only one to care. Maybe I would, "poof," vanish. They probably wouldn't notice that either. At least not until they got hungry.