Learning how to clean

We've been trying to teach the boys about cleaning up after themselves for awhile now. Of course, we haven't been very consistant so far. I want to be better with it because I know how important it is for them to develop the habit early and learn about responsibility. However, I must admit I feel a bit hypocritical when I tell Killian and Avery to pick up after themselves. I've always been a bit of a pack rat and not very neat or organized. Over the years I've tried to improve on these bad habits. I do really well for awhile and then slip back into my old ways. I'm hoping that by working with the boys on where things go and putting toys away when they're done playing some of the good habits will wear off on me.

How I became a "Meggie"

I've always been "Megan". I despised being called "Meg" or "Meggie" or any abbreviation of my name. Occasionally my Aunt would call me Meg, but I hated it, even if I was polite enough to keep it to myself. Now, however, I find myself being called Meggie all the time and not only do I not hate it, I adore it. It is one of a million changes in my life over the past year since two little boys and their father wormed their way into my heart.
I must admit I've never been big on kids. My life plans didn't involve having children, especially not anytime soon. When I started spending time with Matt (now my fiance) his two sons were obviously included in the deal. At one and two years of age "Megan" was a bit much for their vocabulary, so I became "Meggie". And I have no regrets about it.
Killian and Avery are not perfect children. I doubt that such a thing exists. They have tantrums, beat each other up and conveniently "forget" any rule that interfers with their fun. On the other hand they love hugs and kisses, dance with carefree abandon, are fascinated by "monsters" and other scary things and make me laugh at least as often as they make me want to scream.
I still don't like most kids, though I'm a bit more tolerant of them. But I'm embracing my "Meggiehood" and looking forward to one day adding another little one to the mix. Odd how life can change so suddenly and completely.