Clean your room?

Yesterday, Katie called and asked me to bring her an outfit when I came to pick her up at dance since she was spending the night at a friends.  I walked into her room, saw a basket overflowing with recently folded clothes and grabbed the jeans on top, a tank, and a tee.  I get to dance, show her what I picked, and watch her wrinkle her nose.  The jeans have cheese on the leg from spilled nachos at a school event.  She looks at me like I have two heads; how could I not have noticed?  I look at her the same way, because who puts a pair of dirty jeans on top of a basket of clean clothes?  My boys' keep their rooms a mess too.  Oh, they all clean them if I tell them too, but if they could just choose, they'd be walking around and over stuff constantly.  I vow to make them clean their rooms today.  Then I wake up this morning early to go grocery shopping, and  I run into a friend who now has grown children.  I ask about them, and she randomly mentions how emotional she gets every time she walks by their "clean" empty rooms.  I guess that was my wake-up call for the day.  I'd rather have my kids and their messy rooms at home, then think about them grown up and gone!