Taming the pile, organizing

I wouldn't consider myself to be a slob. I've always looked at it as "functionally messy"-- I can tolerate mess up to a certain point. When it starts impeding my functionality (either physically or mentally), I clean it up. Two things predominantly make up this messiness,

1. I hate putting away clothes so there are laundry baskets waiting to be put away. One hasn't even made it to the bedroom yet, it's sitting in the living room. My clothes wind up wherever I take them off so there's clothes on dining room chairs, in the entryway (mostly socks) and right next to my bed.
2. Paper. The bane of my existence sometimes. Like my clothes, paper winds up wherever I set it down. When one area becomes congested, I move to another area. The result is piles of paper all over. The cats further complicate this because our cats seem to love the sensation of playing with papers and laying on them. 

Last night, the piles finally got to me.  I knew bills were in those piles. And the sounds of the cats rustling through papers was just too much. So I sat down and tamed the piles. I now have a laundry basket full of recyclable papers and 4 neat piles of organized materials to take up to the office/deal with. I feel much better. 

Today, though, I must tackle the clothes. *whines, stamps feet* I don't mind doing laundry. I don't even necessarily hate folding (I turn on the tv and do that while catching up on my stories), but putting away clothes is about as favorable as cleaning a toilet with a toothbrush to me. I know I will feel much better when its done and then the mess will be gone!