In general I am a tidy person: I like things to be orderly. Everything has a place, and that's where it lives: no messy piles, clutter everywhere, or disorganization.
So in the past my house was always quite neat (if not necessarily clean, because I hate cleaning, especially floors), even with an extremely slobby husband.
But then Hurricane R came to town. She loves exploring the house, which means pulling everything out of its place, then leaving it on the floor. At first I tried to pick up after her, but soon I found it too frustrating: I was constantly tidying, then having all my work destroyed within minutes. (These pictures show what R did to a tidy house within about 15 minutes of waking up.)
So now I don't bother picking up until she goes to bed; I just step around the clutter and piles as I go about my day. It looks bad, which makes me a little sad, but since the alternative is constantly losing my temper, it's the best solution. It's times like these I am grateful for B's slobbiness, because he really doesn't care what the house looks like and never comments on its messiness in any way whatsoever. (Husbands who do nag their wives about an untidy house when a toddler lives there really deserve what they get.)