To the OP: I am glad I didn't post pics of my home on a bad day! My messy home was never a sign of a lazy mother, ruined children or poor parenting. Sometimes, one or all of us had been sick, sometimes I'd get so involved in a sewing project, or schooling project, that the house would suffer. SOmetimes it was the kite-flying and donut-making that got us in a mess.
So, my 'babies' are 18, 21, 26 and 39 now. My house is reasonably clean. I didn't see the pics of yours, but i am the queen of overliaded horizontal surfaces and all of our storage used to be open too.
My kids don't remember the house being messy. They remmeber the picnics, the kites, the days we spent sewing little dolls, or beanbags, or baking cookies. They talk about the kitchen table forts and the popcorn and rented movies, the days at hte playground or raising chicks or piglets. I have pics of kids, walls and floor covered in choclate pudding that I wouldn't trade for an interior decorator.
Tonight is my DD's 21st birthday. The sink is full of dishes I'll do tomorrow morning while I make and drink my tea. My dd is here, with us, hanging out and enjoying 'her' day, not out drinking with friends.
My messy house didn't make me a bad parent. THe proof is in the pudding.
Saying, "I dont' mean to say anything hurtful" or "I'm just being honest" usually means that whatever you were planning on saying next isn't nice. Let's be nice.