Room Spillage

Welcome to my homes conservatory. No wait, welcome to my office.  Actually it is my main floor living room, and there has been a whole lot of it going on in this room.  Lately we have had a bad case of room spillage.  DD#2 has a concert coming up in a few weeks, and unusual for her this year, she is giving practicing  a lot of attention. Rather than practice in her room, among her own chaos and clutter, she says she can focus better downstairs.  I've continued, sans lower level refurbishing and clutter still from the older kids, to plant myself on my chaise sofa with a laptop, because getting to the office armoire is an obstacle course.  

The living room was meant to be my oasis, the one room in the house that at any time I could feel comfortable having a friend over to sit and chat and not worry that they will find a crusty bottom mug, or a smelly pair of socks in a corner.  I could curl up on this same chaise with a good book and a cup of tea, and not worry about tripping or stepping on something when I got up. Now I have sheet music, file folders, and USB drives cluttering the floor, tables, and couch. I need a house top to bottom intervention, but for the upcoming weekend, I need to take this room back.  I know there are immaculate homemakers out there that not only understand a place for everything and everything in its place, they actually follow the mantra.  I am not one, and at 49, unlikely I will ever grow to be so.  I'm just looking to get back to my own bit of calm.  Who else faced room spillage, but lived to conquer it?