The grossness of the kitchen and the yuckiness of a tiny bathroom with 3 boys and and a dog plus me rushing around and leaving our bits and scraps hither and yon daily just became a bit overwhelming -- the bacteria were setting up house; they were building cities in there, I could see them! So I got out some scrubbies and applied a little elbow grease and got to it.
The blackness of the rags I used after I had finished using and abusing them were testimony to the necessity of the exercise, but that didn't make me like it any more; what a monotonous interference in my preferred activities of music making, blogging and studying for flight school!
To those who clean, my empathy goes out to you.
To those who have someone else clean for them, please, get them a good gift!