How could I imagine how dirty and messy an apartment can become in the space of a week..? Somebody, anybody should have told me!
How could I have foreseen that I/we would spend a day per week cleaning the place? Avoiding by an inch to live in a pig house. Seriously, there must be something wrong.
How, otherwise do you explain that dirty dishes are piling up faster that I manage to clean them?
Why are my goldfish pooping faster than their shadow? – I could stop feeding them but I’m not even sure that would stop them.
Why are clothes piling up in every corner of the room? Clean and dirty ones mixed up, it’s more interesting to tidy like that 
I feel like a colony of goblins have moved in with us and undo everything I do.
So Sundays I clean, and you know what I wouldn’t mind that much if I had the choice of the music – BF is listening to Oasis full volume just now, I HATE Oasis and the Gallagher Morons!!!!
And tomorrow when I come back to work on Monday and my colleagues ask me what I’ve done during the week-end I will just answer:
“Well nothing really, just chilling you know..”
Have a good week.
