my mother raised five kids. the first three of us were back to back. there were no such thing as disposable diapers and she washed by hand until I was around four when she got her first wringer washing machine.
in the Philippines I change clothes twice a day. the humidity makes me swear so much that I shower three times - morning, 5 pm and before bed. our small washing machine runs a load or two every morning at 7 am to get clothes on the line as early a possible to dry.
we have three different ant species that will invade if anything is left out so dishes are done as soon as the last bite leaves the table.
same rules apply with our without help.
on weekend days it's hectic with no help and two kids but we like it when it's just us.
My husband's DIY is my problem
I haven't had a sink in my bathroom for two years. I have a dryer hooked up in the middle of my kitchen (I use it as an island now). I have toothbrushes and a mirror above my kitchen sink (I get to watch myself work, lovely). My dining room looks like a garage.
My coffee table is the dining room. My front porch has a saw table on it.
I've got ants alright.. nothing too bad, just a case of "my house is too old and needs fixing" Thank goodness for monthly pest control. The ants move in during the fall and winter. Same thing every year.
I think the house would be a lot more manageable if everything had a place. But you're moving stuff from room to room just to have the space to do something. Fair is fair, I'm procrastinator of the century... but when you don't know where to start it's so much easier to just go outside instead and work on your chicken coop
Sadly, my husband does the same thing... "Well, I don't know where to begin inside, so let me go build a garden bed/chicken coop/storm shelter/pergola/fence.
BUT he's finally working on my bathroom. I set him a limit. It has got to be done by end of January. Or else.... (I'll hire someone?)