My house likes to be dirty. It's taken me years of battling mutant dust bunnies the size of elephants and trying to stem the never-ending tide of soap scum to come to this conclusion. I swear I can wipe down a mirror and before I've put the glass cleaner down smudges have appeared. I can mop the floor and even as I'm wringing out the mop dirt is starting to accumulate in the corners. Laundry begs to be piled on the back of the sofa. Dishes fairly howl to be stacked in the sink, or better yet, left on end tables and window sills. I have clutter in corners that I suspect doesn't even belong to us; it's just wandered in off the streets.
But I haven't thrown in the towel yet. Probably because it's laying on the bathroom floor.