Cleaning the house

I sense a theme this week...

I tend to put off cleaning the house until it looks like a hurricane has just gone through.  Why?  There doesn't seem to be a point to picking up and cleaning things every day when it will just happen again the next day - might as well leave the mess for a little longer.  By the time I get around to picking things up, vacuuming, and straightening things, the house seems to sigh with relief that someone is finally doing something.  The toys get sorted and put away (sometimes with help), cushions are put back on couches, diapers are put back in one place, clothes are put in the hamper, dog toys go back to the dog's area, drawing materials and implements are put back on the toddler table, floors are vacuumed, items are dusted, and tiles are mopped.  It really truly takes most of the day to do this, and then I have two little ones that follow behind me undoing everything I just did.  So, it takes longer.  And I get more frustrated with every pass.  By the time I finish, I love the way the house looks, but I'm so jaded that I think "wtf did I just do that for?  no one appreciates it." 

So, today I cleaned.  I'm nearly done, but I'm at that jaded point of thinking "why bother?"  We'll see if it continues or if I just give up.  Heck, when the girls went down for a nap, I decided to blow off some steam by doing a DVD workout - maybe when they wake up I'll find another way to procrastinate!