Clean or Quarantine?

That is the question today. Put away your phones, turn off your t.v.s and stereos. Breathe. If you are like me, you also close your eyes. Why? Because there is not a space in our home not covered with a project, food wrapper, spilled sticky something or half-assembled fishing pole made of PVC. I can't bear to look at it all anymore. The only place left to have a meal is on the floor...after we kick aside the clothes and bags Builder has strewn about the home.
I can't go outside for some Zen. The grass is littered with bikes, scooters, buckets of dirt, cardboard boxes that once housed Mr. Fluffy Pants, the most recent animal caught and examined for the day. That mouse was lucky. He was released alive. Forgive me, I digress.
We are mulling the question "Should I just clean or quarantine him?" When Builder and Bounce were little, I picked up the toys. We happily reset Disney every night. I am a Fly Lady trained cleaner. Clutter begets clutter. We want shiny clean surfaces. It brings me peace and happiness. I am not asking about getting cleaning lady. That's me.
This is about how responsible do I insist Builder be about "If you make a mess clean it up." I have tried it all to instill responsibility. Consequences, big garbage bags, throwing it away. DH says I am guilty of "piling it on" Builder. Is there perhaps a mathematical formula for what percentage of his ginormous messes he should have to clean up? Do I do just pick up the left out food and clothing? Do I start making space for dining in the attic? Quarantine him to specific rooms? (Actually much harder to do than one would think)
In the picture book Love You Forever, when the boy is 9, the mother feels like she might sell him to a zoo. His manners, his appearance, and vocabulary are driving her crazy! But forever this child will be her baby. I guess it's time to reset the park. I need some shiny surfaces where I can smile.