Same here.
I freely admit to being anal-retentive, though it seems to be somewhat more expected of a female. 
I clean, vacuum, dust, tidy up religiously every day…
every day, that is, that I expect a woman to be visiting me.
Place is kinda messy the last coupla weeks.
I have a cleaning lady come in every couple weeks. What usually happens is that I remember this right as I’m going to turn in the night before, and I make a mad scramble to straighten up for her. So my place is always within 25 minutes of being tidy enough to clean up.
I do the dishes when the sink is full. I do laundry when I have no more clean underwear, and my floor is my laundry hamper. I vacuum before I have major company, ie once every month or two. I mop the kitchen floor when my feet stick to it. I don’t do any other cleaning in the kitchen or bathroom.
Thank goodness a) I have a roommate and b) I’m only living in this apartment for one year.
When I was living with my parents, I was pretty messy/inconsiderate. When I was fresh out of college, I was pretty messy.
I have since decided that I place value in a (relatively) clean living environment. Some nights, my housemates and I sometimes don’t clean up the kitchen. But, usually, the next morning, I will make some sort of effort. The kitchen surfaces are usually pretty clean. When I am expecting guests or I see enough dust-hares (i.e., the bunnies grew up), I vacuume or sweep, etc.
I guess I would say that on a scale of 1-10, with the average guy falling around 4, and my mom’s house (immacualte!) being ten, I probably rate a 7.
I’m a single woman in my own house.
I try to keep stuff just at the “untidy” level. I have a big dog who likes to be dirty and there ends up being a good amount of leaves and hay that she brings in with her, and dried up mud around the carpet. I don’t have a dishwasher and I usually reuse dishes (rinse cereal bowl and spoon after breakfast, leave them in sink, use next day, etc) so my sink is usually full of dishes. A lot of time during the day I make lunch (I work at home) and am too hurried to clean up after myself, then I rush out the door after work and by the time I come home, I’m not interested in cleaning up.
I also am very anti-clutter. So I don’t keep a lot of knick knacks. When my house is straightened up it looks VERY clean because tables are bare and the like.
One thing I am very embarassed about right now is the state of my bathroom. When I clean the bathroom I CLEAN it, so I have to devote time to doing it and I have not had the time in a month or so. My bathroom is DUSTY and the tub is…eeew. I am so embarassed 
One other thing - I rarely have visitors. So I if I clean, it’s just for me or a planned visitor. I grew up hating my mom when she made me clean just for the sake of having a clean house. I thought that was a bullshit idea. My cleaning habits (or lack thereof) are somewhat rebellious ones.
Looks like I’m in the middle of the pack. There seem to be a lot of us who need clean bathrooms/kitchens, and everything else is just whenever. The cleaning lady thing is a good idea; I’ve never seriously considered it.
P.S. I washed the fruit bowl, and stuck it right back on the sloppy table.
I keep my house fairly clean. The bathroom and kitchen get scrubbed at least once a week and usually more often than that, I vacuum weekly, I wash my sheets weekly, yada yada. There are three exceptions: I hate dusting, and do that once a month at best; there are pockets of clutter here and there (the bookcases are half organized, and half wild stacks of accumulated paperbacks); and the basement is a disaster. Oh, and sometimes when I have a big party, I won’t bother to clean up the same night; I’ll go to bed and tidy the next day. Beyond that, I keep the place very presentable and am very comfortable having company drop by with little or no warning.
I’m completely amazed that I seem to be the tidiest one here, certainly not my image of myself. And in earlier times it was definitely not the case.
But since living by myself for the last 3 years in a nice neat new 2br townhouse, I can’t believe how easy it is to keep up a basic level of cleanness and tidiness. It probably helps that I purged myself of huge amounts of possessions before moving in here, so there is simple less to look after. I have a day once every 3-4 weeks where I vacuum evertything and clean the bathroom and kitchen, apart from that it’s just tidy-as-you go. Really it takes less time out of your life that you might imagine.
My place: The kitchen is clean, but certainly not immaculate. I just cleaned it though. It was a bit of a mess before that. It gets that way for a week or so, and then I can’t stand it, when there isn’t enough stuff and room to actually cook something. A lot of the times it stays clean for a week or so, even a month.
Every horizontal surface in the place has stuff stacked up on it. Pictures, books, rocks . . . you know, stuff. In places where the piles of stuff have fallen over, there is stuff on the floor. Three years worth of “Science” and a year worth of “NEJM” end up being a very large pile. Thank God I have begun recycling books, and now only buy used books, which I donate to the thrift store in shopping bags, every couple of months. A clear path from the front door and to each room does exist at all times. Stuff not on tables, etc. is in crates, which are themselves stacked up along the wall in what would be the dining area, were I to use it that way.
My old TV is still in the easy chair, where I more or less dropped it as I discovered that I am old now, and cannot carry such things around anymore. A single red rose in a water glass finally lost its last petals while I was on vacation. I threw out the stem today. (Left the glass sitting there, though.) There are two bags of trash by the front door, but they have only been there half an hour. When I get dressed, I will take them out. My suitcase sits by the door, where I left it when I got home last week. Two cases of very expensive camera equipment and a tripod are in the other easy chair. There is room for one to sit on the couch. (Watch out for those large photos, on the other end!) Oh my God! The end table at the other end of the couch has nothing on it but a lamp! How bizarre!
My bedroom closet has two piles of dirty clothes, one whites, one colors. The washing machine and dryer are in there, too. So are the shelves where I putatively store my clean clothes, but the clean clothes themselves are in a chair in the bedroom, and in the dryer. A few items of worn clothing are on the floor by the bed, maybe four or five. The bed itself is not made, although the sheets were changed within the last week. I will probably change them again this week, I generally do. I have two sets. The blanket will get washed with the sheets, and the thingie that goes under the sheets as well. Every fourth or fifth change, the cotton comforter will get washed too. It’s showing its age a bit, though, so I quit doing it every other time like I used to.
The rugs badly need vacuuming, and there is a bit of dust here and there when traffic is light.
I keep the windows open a lot, and the exhaust fans in the kitchen and bathroom run more or less constantly. (I like fresh air, and don’t mind the temperature fluctuations.)
I am divorced, and live alone. The place is not really all that dirty, just very cluttered.
Tris
“You could park a car in the shadow of his ass.” ~ Geena Davis, in Thelma and Louise ~
I lived in an apartment for 18 years, and almost never cleaned. The place was a pigsty! Of course, the new landlord evicted all the tenants, so I didn’t make any effort to leave the place neat and tidy, and I left a lot of stuff in there.
I’ve decided not to make the same mistake with my new place. I spent a month organizing it, and now clean the kitchen and bath every week, and clean other areas as soon as I notice they are dirty. There are books stacked everywhere, but that ain’t gonna change in a million years. But they are neatly stacked and not scattered all about.
I live alone though my kids are with me every other day or so. I’m generally pretty clean. I say generally because I tend to let the mail and stuff pile up for a week or so on the small dinette table I have. Every surface gets a regular scrubbing, wiping, dusting and vacuuming on at least a weekly basis.
I like a clean and tidy environment. I can’t think or function well if my house is a mess, laundry not done or the sheets on the bed are more than a week old.
Spotless on Tuesday, which is the day the maid comes. She’s a marvel, she actually puts DVDs back into the proper DVD cases. My only complaint is that she’s booked solid on Friday, so I have to do some tidying for the weekends.
In the years Pre-Maid, my place looked like the inside of Paper Street house in Fight Club.
My place is nothing that couldn’t be done in a couple of hours… with a forklift and a front end loader.
When I was single the place was relatively clean. You could tell someone lived in the house, but nothing too bad. Things got put away when used, dishes picked up, ect.
My mother, OTOH, could sell her house at a moments notice.
Cleaners come every other Thursday.
Dishes go straight into the dishwasher. I am training myself to be better about getting clothes into the laundry basket, and not just stripping and leaving them on the bathroom floor. Other than that, the place is pretty cluttered - but cluttered only on the edges, so that the stuff in the middle can be vacuumed by the cleaners.
Susan
When I’m living alone–immaculate. I absolutely love waking up to hotel-room tidiness, knowing where everything is, always having enough clean dishes for whatever impromptu munching that comes along. And I have a bad ankle that really appreciates being abole to walk around in the dark, fully confident that it won’t be getting cranked on something. When not alone…well, none of the mess is mine so I’m disinclined to clean any of it up. But I get noticably ‘twitchy’ as the mess progresses. Until I crank my ankle on a miazma of laundry/books/dishes & stale bagels. Then I go absolutely apeshit and just start filling trash bags. I’m hard to live with sometimes. I loved the Army, by the way.
Kitchen: clean-ish. Enough that I don’t poison myself, but certainly room for improvement. Ditto the bathroom. Bedroom: clean but a tip. It’s also my workspace, so half the clutter is files & paper & books. Elsewhere: very untidy. I have the ‘I know where I put it down last’ attitude to storage.
And yes, I’ll have a massive tidy-up if I’m expecting visitors!
My office is an explosion of papers, books, and empty mugs & glasses. I don’t dust anywhere near as often as I should. Otherwise, my place is reasonably clean. I don’t always do the dishes (or dish, in the case of many meals) right away, but the kitchen is generally within a 15-minute effort of clean.
I’m one of the messiest people in the world and even *I *find that gross. If I was dating you and I found out those sheets were still unwashed on your bed, I’d leave and forget to answer calls.