I don't know about MN royalty - I might push a hoover round occasionally though? 
Getting dressed in the morning? Do I have to get dressed? Who invented getting dressed anyway?
OK, how about this...imagine the worst thing in all the world you hate having to do. Dentist? Docs for one of those Intrusive Visits? Whatever makes your mind go blank and makes you forget to book the appointment or deal with it...you can always find a thousand excuses not to go through it?
Getting dressed is like that, for many of us.
Here we go with Amber Gets Dressed in the Morning: Brace yourselves...
There I am in my nice smooth nightie and soft fluffy dressing gown. They aren't tight, they don't dig in, they don't scratch.
I have to decide what to wear: this is a social dilemma of mega proportions, because there is a Correct Thing To Wear for every social occasion, and getting it wrong gets us mocked or excluded. So a plan has to be formulated - colours, materials (soft, no labels to dig in, no seams to dig in, no scratchy wool etc).
Knickers! (and the same to you, they cry...). No, I do mean knickers. They are often screamingly painful to put on, because they are tight and have elastic which feels like pulling knives up my legs.
Bra - not something for younger children, but who in their right mind invented something that is pure pain to wear? It digs in, everywhere.
Top - feels like scraping sandpaper over myself unless it's one of my absolute softest ones.
Socks - don't get me started on socks - they are HELL to put on and I can feel the seams in them. It hurts.
Trousers - always always black wide leg trousers unless it's my one pair of brown ones. It's my 'thing'. No point trying to get me to wear a skirt as I just won't. Some will.
Shoes - arrghh. See Socks for details.
And through all of it, there's my problems with co-ordination, which not all of us have, but many do. The clothes fight me. I can't fold them, either - I make a total mess of it, which is stressful because I like to be neat and I can't be neat.
By the time I've got dressed, it feels like I've done ten rounds with a sandpaper-covered heavyweight boxer. I just want to get back into bed and stay there.
Facing that every day takes big courage. To oother people it looks and feels like we're just messing about, but we're not.
Worse still, not all of us can express any of it, because the bit of our brains that feels pain doesn't really connect to the bits that talk or work out how we're feeling. Same reason as why many of us panic over tiny cuts but don't notice huge injuries - the brain bits are not connected the way you expect them to be in many cases.
How to solve it? Take it back to absolute basics and try very soft looser-fitting clothing in a very low-sensory environment - low lighting, not a lot of noise, no labels in it, avoid things with rough seams. Clothing that looks and smells the same as yesterday is hugely less challenging than something very different. Smell is a big thing for many of us - are you using a very powerful washing liquid etc? Would a milder smell make clothes less scary?
Pictures of the right sequence to put things on certainly help, too.
If none of that works, I have more ideas. 