In my house we had DH who could put his feet up after work and read the paper or watch TV with a cat in his lap. We had our kids, our kids' friends and 2 big cats and from 1 to 3 Dobermans at a time, all sprawled around eating bushels of pop corn and masses of sodas while watching TV or making plans for when they grew up.
Other mothers told of how nice THEIR homes were, and wondered sometimes why their kids never wanted to stay home. They were always at my house, helping with crafts and gardening and making this and that, and helping eat the things they made.
I always knew where my kids were...they were underfoot all the time, but none went to jail. (Except as jail and prison Correctional Officers)
I'm sure none of them ever bragged on or even noticed how clean the house was..but do mention now and then how much fun they had doing this or that with both us parents.