Who is messy and lazy to clean up rooms?

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I live in terrible filth and I hate it. Its not just messy, its dirty. I hate it. I get feel terrible and I get so upset over it. Its the only time i really feel down on myself. I don't want to be gross and dirty. I'm so relieved, content and elated when it is clean but I can't get myself to clean. When its dirty I can't find things and that makes me late. I get really really angry and throw a fit. My stuff gets broken. I've tried over and over to fix it and get myself into a routine and keep on top of it but it always winds up dirty again and it takes months to get me to clean. Every time I move I think this place will be good, I like this place so I'll maintain its the same every where I go. When I had roommates I was really good at keeping our place clean and the only thing that motivates me to clean now is people coming over and even then I procrastinate to the last second and then get upset if they come over before I'm ready. Not at them but I get so embarrassed. I wan to cry.

My friend from work just dropped some stuff off here at home and his son wanted to come inside. I wouldn't let them. The thought of people seeing how filthy my house is just scared me.

So I think I need to do something about my house before I turn into one of those crazy ladies on Oprah, or catch a strange new disease from the mouldy dishes in the kitchen.

I don't like mess, but I don't like cleaning up. Cleaning up seems kind of pointless, because it's never finished. Even if I spend the entire weekend doing dishes and washing clothes, by the next day there's already more to do. My boyfriend works long hours so I can work part-time, so I'm supposed to do the cleaning. But it's just so hard on my own.


*wonders if the new lifeforms growing in the fridge will be any good at cleaning, once they develop intelligence?*

Lol. Yes I feel the same. It just seems neverending. I am expected to clean by my parents but I am terrible at it.

Some friends had a linen party, where they sell sheets and stuff. The lady was talking about decorative pillows for the bed (ones you don't sleep on, they're just there to look pretty during the day and get taken off at night) and about how easy the sheets were to iron...

I don't even make my bed, other than when it's too lumpy to sleep in or when I put clean sheets on (once a week). And now I'm supposed to iron sheets and arrange pillows? People do that?

The best way is reducing stuff - consequently throwing away items you do not need and living in relative small rooms with plain surfaces, which can be cleaned easily, not having anything which needs a lot of care, beware of "dust catchers" merely decorative items which get messy in no time.

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BTW: There is in Germany and even more in Switzerland a kind of housewives how turn cleaning up into a quasi religious service and their home are so clean that you could do surgery on the open heard in the kitchen - Bloody perverts!

My problem has always been cups. They tend to gravitate to my bedroom, because that is the main computer that I use.

I will let them pile up so much, that I will have almost every cup in my house in their. They will be stacked on my bathroom counter, night stand, desk, or any other random flat surface.

I can not stand to reuse a cup unless I completely wash it, and I drink a lot of fluids. I have to clean the cups out of my house, and get them back into the kitchen, once every few days as I will be completely out.

Usually it takes 3-4 trips from my room to bring them all back in.

I never buy disposable cups as I will waste all of them within a couple of days.

I only clear the kitchen of clutter and put dishes inside dishwasher, just so it doesn't look too bad. My husband sometimes cleans but as he has a full time job and he cooks and buys groceries he is too busy to do it all.
I take care of my dog ritually every morning starting at 6.00 am every day and go to college full time.
I also manage my husband's books part time ( he has a small business).
I can barely take care of myself and my dog, so cleaning the house is out of the question.

I am a mess, but only when it comes to putting clothes away. My house is freakishly clean, and I wouldn't have it any other way, and I'm obsessively organised when it comes to MOST things, but for whatever reason have a horrible aversion to hanging clothing up or (god forbid) folding it and putting it in drawers. There are piles of (clean) clothes EVERYWHERE in my house, particularly in my bedroom. As my mum used to say, it looks like a bomb fell!

I have lots of clutter all over. Most of it is paper items such as old receipts, junk mail, or things I don't want to throw away. After awhile a pile builds. When I usually realize how big it has gotten I get overwhelmed at the thought of knowing how long it will take me to go through it. I still want it out of the way so I will grab a plastic bag and dump it in there and put it aside. To me, I have "contained" that mess for now and it can wait -for one plastic bag is easier to manage than a pile of loose papers.

My CD's and DVD's are stacked in "blocks." I have so many horizontal, then the section on top of that is vertical, and so on.

When I fold a bunch of my t-shirts I will stack them on themselves. In the drawers they can get wrinkled easier and also having to go looking to see which drawer they are in is an inefficient method of time, so I stack them on the counter/table.

I have this obsession with containers. I have a pile of plastic and glass containers of various sizes. After the intended use, I wash them out and store them because I can't make them and they can hold other things besides what they originally did. I feel when I use them for more than what they originally held, I am being more efficient with my money and usage of materials.

I wish I had some sort of device that I could attach to my ceiling to store items. There is so much "dead space" up there that it would be a perfect place to store things that I don't use often.

When I wash clothes, I have issues with folding them and putting them away. I will pile them on my bed and leave them there. Then when it is time to sleep, I will put them all on the chair. When I want the chair, they go back to the bed. I may do this for days or even weeks before they get put away. Now things such as dress shirts/pants get put away immediately. But things such as white socks, blankets, towels, etc, don't.

Now my books mean a lot to me. I have those in descending order by size on my shelf. It must be this way. Otherwise it doesn't not look right and I feel I am not being efficient with my shelving space. Date published, thickness, horizontal dimension, and title/author do not matter. I have memorized, by vertical height, where the books are so I know where to get them. Now, I will separate -to a point - by topic. All my military history goes into one section, science in another, etc. Within my military history, I will make a special section for World War II since that is my main obsession.

I also have a number of cardboard boxes with various things in them. It is easier to stack boxes on one another than other means. It doesn't bother me how it all looks -I know I am being efficient with my three-dimensional space.

Being a compulsive collector makes neatness very difficult. I'm glad I now have a storage space, and no longer need to have all my collections within view, or else at this point, I probably couldn't find the front door of my house without a map.

My living space has always been a disaster area. I can't seem to keep it clean and I have a hard time making myself just do a little bit at a time so when I finally do decide to clean it becomes a huge project and I clean obsessively and usually end up rearranging the furniture while I'm at it. And every time I do this I tell myself that this time I'm going to keep it clean, but it never happens. I feel bad about it mostly because of the pet hair that's probably hiding in all sorts of corners in my two rooms right now.

My dvds and games all have their places though. And my books. Everything else is a mess, but I do have a general idea where everything is when I need to find something.

I used to be really good about keeping house, but when I started working full time and had kids to raise and a sick husband to take care of, well, housework was no longer a priority. Now that life has calmed down a bit for me and I have the time to do it, I still have better things to do. I am a natural slob, though, as are my husband and sons. All four of us are on the spectrum. It is a case of organization of time and stuff--very hard for us to do.

I'm really messy. I don't really care about having a clean room and what not. I just sort of throw stuff on the floor. I know where everything is though and if I start cleaning, then I start to forget where everything is. I can't clean for long periods of time in the first place.

Very fortunately I can afford to have a cleaning lady, I need her badly. She comes every Tuesday for 2 or 3 hours, enough to clean my place, do the dishes of a week and iron my clothes. So I just throw everything on the floor or wherever during the week. Then finally on Monday evening I'm organising the stuff all at once so that my cleaning lady is indeed able to clean the next day. It's not complete mess here.

up and down...obsessive neatness to borderline squalor (well, a clean version of squalor....unworn clothes, magazines etc). I do own my house, and possibly part of my problem is everything in it is black, dark grey, light grey or ivory coloured which means my clothes/the cat/towels/bedding etc all buildup in piles and don't get put away, then get cat hair on, get rewashed and build up again, ad infinitum
I will admit that my cds are always alphabetised, and the main shelves have books in genre and size order. (as opposed to my room, where they are on every surface, in perilous piles- I have been squashed in a bookslide more than once )