Your living room looks normal to me, scrappy, although I do all my chopping out in the yard. With two teenage girls and messes eveywhere, most women run away screaming into the night after they see my place. If I had a wife, she would kill me. My sun room:

My back porch:

I should get the redneck house of the month award. All it needs is some wheels.
I hired a cleaning lady once. She took one look, gasped, and started drinking my booze and flirting with me. Never did get the place cleaned.