Housework Blows

I'm sure I'm not telling anyone anything new here. Housework is one of the most unfulfilling things I've ever been subjected to. There's no real sense of accomplishment or even a feeling of having completed something. It is ongoing. Sure it looks great today but by tomorrow I get to do it all again or it looks like I'm some sort of a scumbag. I hate how it takes time away from other things that actually make me feel fulfilled, such as scrapbooking my kids' early years before they slip away. My husband doesn't get this. He is so critical. I vacuumed the upstairs today after having left the vacuum laying all over the hallway for the last two days. I had vacuumed downstairs two days ago with the big vacuum but just yesterday with the robot vacuum that I got for Christmas. So when I was finished upstairs I put the big vacuum away downstairs and my husband asks why I wasn't going to vacuum downstairs (it was 9:30 at night! time to put kids to bed) and I said I already did yesterday. So he keeps on about how there's specks all over in the downstairs hall. So I tell him if he's so worried about them to feel free to take care of it himself (which he does). But he wonders why I got all pissy about it. Sometimes I think testosterone eats brain cells. Sorry the post is so boring but I got nothing here and I'm trying to make myself do this everyday. We shall see....