I'm going to show you something that's a little embarassing. In the last year I've gone from being probably one of the worst house keepers in the world to in the 50th percentile at least. Some places are better than others. Our bathroom is VERY nice, the bed gets made about twice a week, the floor is vaccuumed and picked up, and the laundry is about two loads from being done.
I'm pretty proud of all of that. You see, I was the child that my Mom fought with constantly about keeping my room clean. I always turned my school work in on time and got great grades, but you wouldn't have guessed it from looking at my bedroom. My dresser was always piled high with half-way dirty clothes (you know the stuff that you wear for half a day and don't want to put through the wash yet). Anyway, I was also a stacker....all of my papers and books and things that I didn't know what to do with would go on one master pile (usually on my floor).
Well old habits die hard I guess, because on top of what seems to be my printer is this....it looks like this every day...and no I'm not proud of it.