I'm with pennyhal. My stuff is everywhere in two rooms, plus sewing machines in various states of disrepair in some of the other rooms. But DH doesn't seem to mind, and when he gets a tired look on his face from all the mess (I know that look), I go on a cleaning tear (have to call in a GD, but don't mind doing that); and we both are in a good mood 'til the next time.