Being organized is not my friend

Being organized is not my friend. Growing up none of us were the get out of bed and make it type. After dinner we were kinda tired from cooking, so no dishes got done. Clothes can be picked from a pile just as well as out of the closet. Now I'm a grown up, trying to run a couple businesses and I've been unpacking for months. I even got rid of all those skinny jeans I no longer fit today. But still I feel like nothing ever gets done. Where does the time go?