I have this problem. I can't clean up my house because my attic is unorganized. It's really a mess! Unlabeled boxes strewn about. Baby furniture that I didn't have time to put in a protective plastic bag. Kitchen utensils I don't have room for and need to sort. And then the clothes. Bags and boxes of clothes for all three of us. We don't have physical space to store both summer and winter wardrobes in the three-foot square closet that we must share. Right now our winter clothes are in the closet and drawers and some summer clothes are piled on the bedroom floor, some are still in the attic, waiting for the winter clothes to be sorted and bagged up for their stay in the attic. This is a complicated task for me to accomplish since my only assistant is a dear sweet girl who likes to walk off with various items of clothing draped around her neck. Then she leaves the clothing article wherever it falls when she gets tired of modeling it. She also likes to open the dresser drawers and climb up them or into them, tossing all clothing out of them first, of course.
But I didn't mean for this post to go in that direction. My point is that due to my attic's current state of upheaval, I cannot scrub my toilet or do laundry. I'm the type of person that has to have everything orderly from the farthest-back recess first, then work outwards. For example, I hate putting folded clothes in a drawer with unfolded clothes. I don't like putting fresh, new ingredients into the refrigerator before sorting out old, stale things and throwing out leftovers that are past their prime.
I am completely aware that it's my perfectionistic tendencies that make me feel this way and I should just get over it and do whatever I CAN when I have a spare minute or two, instead of sitting down and worrying about attic organization. Yet it still hangs over me (literally!) like a big black cloud, condemning any attempt to make the visible parts of my house look nicer. It's like it doesn't count because though things might look good on the surface, I know everything is disorganized underneath.
Now then. Off to work.