My House Was Clean Yesterday. Sorry You Missed It!!
In other words, yes, but not as bad as I used to be.
I can GENERALLY (more than 90% of the time) find the stuff I really need-- checkbook, billfold, purse, keys, bills, the kids' homework. Well, OK-- ALWAYS the kids' homework, because I tend to get sharp if it doesn't stay in their backpacks until it needs done and go right back once it's finished. Sometimes not so much my stupid phone. I carry it around everywhere, like everyone else these days-- and if I lay it down somewhere, or it falls out of my pocket (I've gotten "curvy" enough to have to wear womens' pants; womens' pants do not come with pockets near often enough and about half the time the pockets they do have are next to useless), I'm screwed for a while.
My space is usually clean (safe, sanitary, easily accessible) and not hoarder-y.
It's almost never "neat" and "tidy". If it's "neat" and "tidy," it's either Big Cleaning Day (happens 2-3 times a month, when I go through and pick up little things that have accumulated in a room that don't belong there and fix the organization of things like drawers and shelves, dust things, get rid of the cobwebs, clean windows, shampoo carpets on account of the effing dog, and generally make every room except my bedroom and the laundry area look "like a picture of this room should look"), we're expecting some kind of company to whom "neat" and "tidy" are important, or I'm having major issues with anger, anxiety, or both.
I understand that "neat" and "tidy" are culturally important, socially important, that those things more than actual cleanliness are the things that send the message, "I care and I work hard." I have a MAJOR problem with that norm, which basically boils down to screaming, "Kindness, honesty, and decency are more important metrics of character than tidiness, for f**k's sake!!" But I understand that it is what it is.
That norm can kiss my rosy little hind end; people who worship that norm can stay the hell out of my house. Other than my MIL, people who put a lot of stock in that norm are only welcome here if they can accept that WE DON'T and keep their judgment and their sniping to themselves.
"Neat" and "tidy" take entirely too much effort in an ASD/ADHD family with four kids (three of them still under twelve, which seems to be about the age at which they start to stop being walking tornadoes), a frequent parade of neighborhood kids, and almost enough pets to file for 501c status as a non-profit rescue. I can do "neat" and "tidy," or I can do "a warm and friendly place where you are expected to do your share of the work but the look of the house is secondary to the life we live within it." I can't do both, at least not at this stage of our lives, and I know which one matters more to us.
Personally, myself, I don't LIKE "neat" and "tidy". It doesn't bother me in other peoples' space, as long as I'm just visiting (and not for more than two or three days). I like "clean" and "I know at least roughly where most things are." "Neat" and "tidy" always feel rigid and stuffy to me, like I should make sure everyone tip-toes and keeps their voice at a conversational whisper and God forbid anyone should track dirt or spread out a project or spill a glass or run or shout. In my own home, "neat" and "tidy" feels like a stage-set for a play that isn't even my life; it makes me want to cry and sob and either make a medium mess or run away to some place where it's OK to LIVE.
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"Alas, our dried voices when we whisper together are quiet and meaningless, as wind in dry grass, or rats' feet over broken glass in our dry cellar." --TS Eliot, "The Hollow Men"