I get a $.05 royalty every time you use the term, so talk it up.
Our place is a disaster. I do the cooking, so that means I have to make sure the dishes are kept up with as well. I do most of the laundry as well, and I put my own stuff away and will make the kid fold his, but the wife’s stuff will sit in a basket or on the couch for weeks. And don’t get me started on the stupid pool table! World’s biggest and worst one-tier shelf for crap collection. Nary a game of pool has been played in years.
Everything else is simply out of hand, and gets worse every day. The only time anything gets picked up is if someone is coming over (mothers or friends) and the place gets a quick “shame cleaning”. I’m pretty fed up with it.
We have dogs, but I won’t allow them in the house. I can only imagine the filth being ratcheted up a few notches with those dirty bastards loose.
I am married, with two kids. A lot of the time I feel like I am the only one who cares that our house is not a complete disaster. I make everyone pick up around the house, but I am unhappy because I have to nag all the time, and they are unhappy because I am nagging them all the time.
My kids seem to think that the floor is just another storage area. Shoes, games, toys, books, clothes, etc., when they are done with something it goes on the floor! My husband is not much better. Why can’t they just put it back where they got it from??
I find a great tool in the war against household entropy, especially dusty/dirty floors, is the robot vacuum cleaner. We’ve had a Roomba in the past, and when it died recently, replaced it with a Neato. Both have been mostly functional, needing some degree of ongoing maintenance. But they’re great for a daily or twice weekly buzz around, and to really let them do their job, I find myself picking things up off the floor too. I usually turn it on as I’m heading out the door, so the house is cleaner when I get home.
Unfortunately, like many couples, my husband and I are engaged in ongoing rounds of “Who Cares Least Wins.” I hate it, and wish he’d make more of an effort to NOTICE, then follow up on, the crappy everyday household tasks that usually fall to me. He’s more than willing to do the tasks, if I give him specific directions, but often cops out with excuses like, “I don’t know how to do that.” Or half-asses them so much that I’ll just do them myself next time, as it’s less effort.
Clutter and chaos make me extremely anxious. After preparing a meal, but before I eat, I have every dish washed. After I eat, I dry them and put them away, since I don’t like seeing them in the drainer.
When I take off my clothes at the end of the day, whatever needs to be washed goes straight to the hamper, otherwise it’s hung up immediately.
I put everything away right after I use it. I don’t like to see things out of place.
Yeah, I would be hard to live with. I fully admit that. 
Interesting.
My Wife and I of 19 years just take care of things.
No kids, but two dogs and a cat.
When I have time I do it. When she does, she does it.
Nothing is on a list, but I do most of the cooking and clean up. My Wife does most of the laundry. I plow the snow, my wife does more of the shoveling of it off our deck.
When I clean, it’s more directed at a room. Vacuum. Or a bathroom. When my wife cleans, she spends the whole day.
I take care of all our internet computer and TV stuff. My Wife takes care of our animals vet appointments. We share that but she makes the appointments.
But any of this can be mixed up on any day.
My wife races IronMans (for fun), and I’m her Sherpa for those. It’s always a fun trip.
I have an issue with paper. I go through the mail and handle what needs to be handled immediately. Then I hang on to things I need to keep – like medical claims benefits info – and throw out the rest. But the things I need to keep seem to multiply when I’m not looking, and it’s making me crazy. I need one of those scanner/receipt organizer things so I can go paperless in the house.
Re: Dishes. I’m single, so I use more dishes for the cats than myself in a given day.
Laundry. I hate to put it away. I hang stuff up so it doesn’t wrinkle, but there’s a basket of clean towels that have been sitting on top of the dryer for two months. Since I can close the doors to the washer/dryer, I suppose it’s not a big deal. 
Paper is Satan’s Excrement. I hate paper. It’s evil.
That’s because people sneak in during the night and leave paper and other stuff in your house. That’s the only explanation I can come up with. You need better locks on your doors. They leave trash and stuff in your car, too, so make sure it’s always locked.
Two words: paper plates. Seriously. If I eat beans or soup or something that won’t work with a paper plate, I have two bowl/cup things with handles and I use those two and wash them and use them again for another meal that day. And I have one plastic glass/cup like the kind you get beer in at events, and I use that single one all day.
It’s a WAR, people! And even though we know the forces of entropy will ultimately win, we will go down *fighting *under the avalanche of paper and laundry!
Mail. I open the box in the morning before work. If there’s some bad news, I can’t do anything about it until offices open up in the morning.it will only increase my anxiety. I toss the fliers and take everything else to work where there’s a shredder. In short, the only mail that comes inside is personal letters and cards I want to keep. All my bills are set up to receive and pay electronically.
Which brings me to my big buggaboo: paper. The less paper I bring in, the less I have to throw out. Truly. I ban most forms of paper from my place. I scan it at work and shred it or I toss it immediately. Works great.
Soaking dishes. No. Stop. It’s a fruit fly factory.
I also limited my dishes. No plastic cups or souvenir mugs. All my dishes must fit in one particular space. If it doesn’t, something must go.
I live alone and I have to set hard rules for myself. Otherwise, things will get way out of hand.