I'm a fan of everything in a specific place. I hate not finding things.
Ditto, tho having 2 difficult child's and surviving multiple teenagers in a tiny house has taught me to adapt. I can deal with a lot. When I can't put a piece of bread on the counter to make a peanut butter sandwich, tho, that is too much.
I call it "giving things a home". We have had several sessions of it, largely outside the house, but even if that were successful, it would help. A year or so after he first moved in, he was always so upset cause the big boys didn't put stuff back, except there was no "back" for anything. So we spent a long weekend, the whole family, cleaning, throwing away, and organizing. Like items were stored together, and "homes" were created for everything. Braces were hung to put auto ramps on the wall, large hooks were installed for chains and booms, a shelving unit was put up for the battery chargers and power tools.
Never been put back since. I don't think the chains are even on our property. The shelves are full of pans, bags, and boxes of asorted screws, used parts, and tools that belong in the tool box. The ramps...one set is by the horse trailer, lying in the yard. Another set is leaning up against the back wall of the house. The other set is thrown in the weeds behind the shop.
The rolling deer stand he built in December? Still in the garage. Can't park a car inside if we need to. All mechanical work I've done has been on a sheet of plywood in the driveway.
Yet he will still holler if easy child 1 doesn't return something to the illogical place he found it prior to using it. I dont' care if easy child 1 lives with us or not, but I will be glad when he has his own space and stuff so husband can't blame him anymore. I think his inability to realize he contributes to it makes me as mad as the mess itself. I make a mess when I do projects or cook, too. But when I'm done for the day, or finished with the project, I pick my stuff up and put it away.
I'll keep trying. And if nothing else, I'll just can the stupid tv. That will free up at least 4 hours on Monday night with wrestling alone.
editted to add: A couple of weeks ago, he picked up some stuff from in front of the shop. There's a pile of scrap junk there. He sorted out the 4 or 5 remnants of one of easy child 1's project cars and threw them into the driveway. The 2 junk 3 wheeler frames/bodies/parts, the broken awning roller, the hood off of a 1960 Dodge pickup and the hood to easy child 1's car, and about 6 junk car tires on rims, and a tractor tire that won't hold air or fit any tractor we own were piled slightly to the right of the entrance to this building. "His" stuff....stuff that he will be keeping. Yet easy child 1's was tossed into the driveway cause its junk and he needs to clean it up.
I promise I'm not sitting her trying to think of things...its just....there's a myriad of instances and examples to choose from!