DIRTY LITTLE SECRET BUSTED!!!!

I have a secret. A dirty, messy, embarassing, shameful secret. I am about to confess of this secret, only because I was called on it (by my 3 year old none the less), and it might just be time to face it. Ok. Here it goes. My room is ALWAYS messy. Not just a little messy, but disasterous, what the heck happened in here? messy. Always. It is such an interesting relationship I have with my room. I try really hard, and take pride in the fact, that 95% of the time, the whole rest of the house is clean on a daily basis. When cleaning the house, I save my room for last, just so I don't have to tackle it because by the time I get to my room, I KNOW I will be too tired to clean it. I don't like to clean my room. I like HAVING a clean room, I just don't like to CLEAN it. It hasn't always been this way, but it has slowly gotten worse. And add to the fact that Nathan has junk EVERYWHERE, it just seems like an impossible task.
I don't like to clean it because I don't actually have anywhere to put anything. My closet is ridiculously small, I don't even HAVE a dresser (there's a story there, but not for today) and my bed is literally up to my ribs because we had to jack it up so we could put rubbermaid containers underneath the bed to use instead of a dresser. Plus, I don't have carpet in my bedroom which I just can't stand the feeling of freezing my feet when I get out of bed in the morning. Might as well step on clothes right? Anybody feel sorry for me yet? Would YOU want to clean that? Anyways, I tell you this because there is a story that goes with it.
I was getting after the kids yesterday because I "just wanted their rooms cleaned. And to stay clean for one day". I was letting them know how disappointed I was that they refuse to take care of their clothes and toys. "Is it so hard to just hang your clothes back up of put your toys back where they go?" I asked. I mean, we've organized their rooms in such an efficient way that really, it shouldn't be hard at all. So there we were, the kids sitting quietly while I ranted on about how important it is to be responsible and keep their rooms tidy. To which Trentman said to me matter-of-factly, "Then why is your room so messy mom? You are making a bad choice not to clean your room." To which there was a chorus of "Yeahs", by the other three. Busted. Oh, so busted. I had been so careful to keep my bedroom door closed!! How did they EVER find out? Noone even ever goes in there!! I murmured something about how I was too busy cleaning their rooms and the rest of the house, to clean my own room. And left. I walked down to my room, and sat on my bed. (Which was surprisingly made) and cried. Life is just backwards when a three year old has to reprimand his mother for her messy room. Please don't think less of me. I am coming up with a way of curing this illness. Keep your fingers crossed!