If it weren't for my wife, I would live in a pig stye. So I am unable to offer personal advice. I will add an anecdote about my old college roommate, let's call him Junior. One Saturday I arrive at Junior's house for a get together of old college friends and let myself in using his garage code. After stowing my gear and looking around the living room, I noticed his Saturday to-do-list. He had listed 8 activities, estimated the amount of time to do each, ranked them in priority from 1 to 8 and had crossed through them as(I assume) he got them done. It was 11AM and he had finished 7 of the eight. I think this is why he has a Ferrari and Porsche in his yard and I drive a Ford. Type A, organized. driven. Everything I'm not.