I can be like this, I do have Dyspraxia though....as does DS. I live in semi organised chaos.....I can get DS to school on time, he has his medication, breakfast and the right clothes etc but it's a huge effort to get it all done. I exist with lists......and manage to get most things ticked off. I have a fab book called "Living with Dyspraxia..A Guide for Adults" which has been a God send.
I sill spend a lot of time beating myself up and not feeling good about any of my achievements. Recently I was asked to be part of a Panel looking at Excellence in Education for our town, I am on it to represent the views of the parents living in the town. The fact that anyone thought me "good enough" and "articulate enough" to do this was a revelation to me. I was actually asked to apply (it is a voluntary role)...and was amazed.
I have had long chats with my GP about my Dyspraxia and how it has left me feeling not good about myself. She points out that I have achieved...and achieved well. I know this is true......but when I have lost my keys for the umpteenth time that day it doesn't feel very true.
Today my list is about tackling the downstairs rooms which are a mess/untidy. I will start in one quarter and work round in 20 minute bursts.....the only way it works for me.
When I was a HV it was awful, I would visit all these beautifully tidy and clean homes....sometimes with four+ children in them. I used to feel soooooo inadequate lol. I always said I was the messy woman's HV....I simply did not notice if a house was untidy....only if it was really filthy...and it had to be truly filthy to get my attention. I certainly noticed all those clean and tidy homes though....and used to wonder "how do you do it"? It didn't occur to me that many would have tidied up simply because "the HV is coming to see me". (Really people, you need not have bothered on MY account...I am the more human HV 
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Likewise.....my colleagues all seemed to be married to wealthy professional men/high earning men and lived in beautiful homes buying bespoke furniture and posting it all to Facebook. Meanwhile I was divorced and had to be rehoused by the council....to the local sink estate. God I felt so unworthy surrounded by them all.....all so settled and organised. Coupled wth the effects of the Dyspraxia it left me feeling useless and as though "I hadn't quite made it".
Am glad I left Health Visiting.....am now a volunteer parent supporter and looking at becoming a teaching assistant. The house is less untidy these days but I have strategies in place to help.