Hard to believe in "progress over perfection".

It's been a couple or more years since I've cleaned my wardrobe out. In my head, everything is linked. The day I do it has to be such that I have laid down fresh bedding the night before, but I will be needing to change it again in a week (I do it twice or more a week, as I shower before bed, sweep the sheets and wipe all furniture down everyday). I have to take down each shelf in increasing order of "dirtiness" with respect to the clothes. I must wipe out the interior and then wash my hands (monumental, I know), finally to sort my items into donate and keep sections. I should fold everything and carefully place the shortlist back inside. Then move on to the next rack/drawer. Nevertheless, I had to pack for a trip and needed to find some hidden stuff. I quickly organised the main problem pile and stacked up like clothing. Now, I don't feel like doing the heavy ordeal anymore. I know I will have to. I know there is another tower that needs to be met with some rejection. But I just can't be arsed, because I "messed" up the routine I had set for myself. I might still have OCD. Doesn't help with the all-or-nothing mindset whatsoever.