You’re just going to fuck up everything I did, every damn day. It is never over. This is infuriating.
Somebody has to do it, I know. When will we have ROBOTS?!
A cleaning lady is cheaper than a divorce or mental breakdown. 
You missed a spot.
Dude, is this the M-I-L again?
Heh, no–just that posting that topic reminded me of my feelings about this topic.
Take a break every once in awhile. You don’t have to slog through to the point of exhaustion. Do something, then sit and watch a bit of CNN or the Weather Channel and then go back to it. Your feet, back and mind will thank you for it.
I agree. It is as infuriating as washing the dishes or mowing the lawn. Hopeless and pointless. Before long it just needs doing again.
And again, and again, and again, and again…
I know! My apartment is all messy again! I swear that I just cleaned it, like, two months ago!
I have a robot who vacuums for me! (I love my Roomba very much.)
When iRobot comes out with a “picks up my junk and puts it away” robot and a “dusts all over the room” model, we can all begin to live free of the tyranny of housework. 
This. We have someone who spends eight hours cleaning once a month. In between, we do what we can to keep things up.
But that person’s doing the “deep cleaning” type stuff, right?
That, oddly, doesn’t bother me so much. (Probably because it’s a less frequent activity.) What bothers me is just keeping things acceptably “neat looking.” Washing dishes, straightening living rooms and bedrooms, causing bathrooms to be a pleasant place to sit etc etc.
I get everything acceptable looking one day, and the very next day it looks like no one ever cleans the place. Gah!
Just remember what Quentin Crisp said: “The dust doesn’t get any worse after the first six years.”
We were promised robots. I’m the sole force against chaos and dirt in our six-person, two-animal, zero-robot household. I’m not very domestic, and just average in neatness standards, but I feel like going full HULK a lot of days because all my housework is undone in mere minutes. I don’t want to feel like roaring and threatening to smash over such trivial things. I’d rather be out in my jet pack. Oh wait, we don’t have those either.
I’ve tested dear Quentin’s theory, and I think it’s actually six years per occupant.
I never understood the point of making the bed. Its stupid
And on top of housework, there’s feeding people!
What the Hell? I only just got the mess cleaned up, from the last time you animals needed food, and now you’re freaking hungry again?
House work bites. I feel your pain.
Are you one of my kids?
The problem is not the cleaning, it’s the messy ungrateful irresponsible pigs you live with who are the problem.*
*unless they are under the age of 6 or so
You know what sucks? I live BY MYSELF and there is still housework to be done, all the time.
I cleaned my bathroom last week and just a week later there is a layer of DUST on top of my toilet tank. I mean WTF? Why is my bathroom dusty?
I get raeg-y crabby with myself when I have more than a few minutes of picking up to do to get my house clean. I couldn’t imagine living in a house full of other people who just tear around making messes.
Oh, the bathroom dust. It’s toilet paper lint, my arch nemesis!
The feeding thing kills me, too. I actually don’t mind the housework - I stick my headphones in and listen to podcasts. If it’s Friday, I actually look forward to it because that’s when all the good political podcasts come out.
The food, though! Making meals, and snacks, and drinks, and more meals, then dessert, then another snack…make it end! These people eat constantly and they’re not even strong enough to pour the milk.