Call it a labor of avoiding embarrassment, if anything.
My mother-in-law is coming this afternoon and staying the night so that Himself and I can take Thing One to his first college football game...she'll be watching the younger two. Spent the morning cleaning my house, since as much as I love my MIL and as easygoing as she is, I refuse to have my house be filthy when she visits! Or when anyone visits, for that matter. It's a pride thing.
Problem is that I am the only member of my family who gives the tiniest flying crap if anything is clean or tidy. I am surrounded by slobs, and it gets OLD. I am the only one in the house who cares if there are clothes on the floor or gobs of toothpaste in the sink or (my personal favorite) pee all around the toilet. Why should I waste my time worrying about it if they don't??
Of course, things don't get left that way for too long. Basic health and hygiene (not to mention the ghosts of my neat-freak Italian foremothers) dictate that things get cleaned, and they do. But talk about a Sisyphean waste of time, since they just get dirty again almost immediately. It's hard not to be resentful, frankly.
I used to have cleaning ladies back when I worked, and they came with their own set of frustrations, but I'm wondering if I need to look at that again. Maybe my kids' bathroom floor will piss me off less if somebody else is cleaning it!! I love my kids dearly, but love is not what I'm feeling while I clean, '50s tropes be damned.