This is me too. I'm struggling to keep up with anything and the other day after doing DD1's birthday cake I forced myself to get the vacuum out because my feet literally were crunching over the tiles there was so much sand that the kids and/or dog had brought in. Feeling proud of myself until I turned around and walked back three metres to get the carpet attachment thingy and walked on sand again that the dog has JUST brought back in.

I hate seeing my lovely house so revolting, and then look outside and see grass growing through garden beds, the patio that desperately needs sweeping, blah blah blah. When I was about 20 I lived in a stable complex (not an actual stable, but grooms' quarters within the stable block) and I swear that "house" was cleaner that mine is now.

I know there are people out there that live in constantly pristine houses but I'm just not one of them, as much as I'd love to be.