Wow. I read this out loud to my husband and we spent a good 5 minutes laughing hysterically. He was actually doubled over on the floor. So, congratulations on a fabulous rant. It is an inspiration to those of us who would rant in the future!
I don’t know if this bit of housecleaning advice would help at all. I have been a rather messy person for most of my life. I’m a “packrat” kind of person who keeps boxes of old letters and crap like that–and, as a result, I get so overwhelmed by my own stuff. Last year my husband did the majority of the cleaning. It’s just hard for me, when I have to clean, to persevere. I get overwhelmed very easily because of all that stuff.
So over Winter break, I did something rather novel. I got rid of a bunch of shit. I mean, a ton. I saved only the most important letters. I got rid of all that crap I’ve been keeping out of guilt because it was a gift – my husband helped in this regard, he can literally get rid of something he doesn’t want within hours of receiving it, guilt free. The idea, if you struggle with the pack-rat tendency, is to just get rid of anything you aren’t ever going to use or don’t want–no matter how guilty that might make you feel. I had to let go of my attachment to stuff. It was difficult. I had about seven large plastic bins stacked in the corner of our only bedroom (1-bedroom apartment, very small space)–in one day, I narrowed it down to a solitary bin. We had an overflow of books so we bought some new bookcases. The key was GETTING RID of stuff --some we donated, some sold on e-bay, and the junk we just threw away.
My point is, once all that extraneous crap was gone, we were left with a very small amount of stuff to organize. It made cleaning SO much easier, and much less overwhelming. So we cleaned the house to spotless-- EVERYTHING has it’s place, which isn’t as hard because there’s at least 50% less stuff than we started with.
Next: the challenging/weird part. You have to seriously pick up after yourself EVERY TIME. If you use a glass, you don’t leave the room until you’ve taken care of the glass and put it in the dishwasher/hand-washed it and put it away. If you buy something new, the first thing you have to do when you get home is find a place for it. As someone who is perpetually lazy, this part SUCKS. Make the bed every morning, first thing when you wake up. If you read a book, don’t leave it sitting somewhere–put it back on the bookshelf. After the first few times doing this, you come to realize it doesn’t take much time at all. Making the bed every morning is a pain in the ass but it takes 30 seconds. Pretty much all this “picking up after yourself as you go” shit takes like 30 seconds per event.
Believe me, it’s WORTH it. Our house has been spotless for nearly a month. I don’t mean it gets messy and then we clean it again–I mean it still, after a month, looks as clean and organized as it did one month ago, and it has day after day. Every weekend we vacuum and dust and clean the bathroom and all that odd stuff–but because there’s nothing to pick up off the floors, this takes approximately 1 hour to complete. So if you can take those odd 30-second events of always taking care of shit immediately when you’re done with it, you can look forward to spending maybe an hour a week on upkeep. No shit.
I’m only suggesting this because I feel like a miracle must have happened. You would cry if you knew how much junk I had and how cluttered this house–all of my living spaces, throughout history, ever–used to be. I wouldn’t believe this were a possibility if I hadn’t seen it happen myself. So if I can do it, anybody can.
Step 1: Get rid of everything you own that is not fundamental or necessary to who you are as a person. Don’t second guess yourself-if you thought for a moment it would be good to get rid of, you’re right. (I don’t know if you suffer from pack-rat syndrome or not–but that’s where it started for me.)
Step 2: Find a place for everything. EVERYTHING.
Step 3: Never let anything get out of place for longer than you’re using it.
Hope that helps in some way, at least. If it doesn’t, please don’t pit me. 
Olives,
Christy