Looking around, I can see why my ex-husband used to complain about my being lazy.
It's housework day today. (Actually, every day is housework day, it's just that only very little bits get done each day.) So far, I've run the steam cleaner over the floors.
I'm having a rest to recover from that now. When I build up some energy, I'll tackle the dishes that I confess to not having done for a couple of days.
Hopefully, I'll cook at least one proper meal today.
Tomorrow, I plan to get out the steam cleaner again, and do the shower and the rest of the bathroom. Maybe. If I've got the energy.
It's not that I wouldn't love to live in a perfectly organised, tidy, home. It's just that I like to be able to function at some human level as well. For me that means breaking every single task down into much, much smaller tasks, and having rests in between all of them.
I have to trust that, when it comes down to it, everything important will get done at some time.