See, here's the dilemma (among all the other dilemmas of the writer's life):
You hate housework. You think it's a waste of time. Well, you know it's a waste of time: you clean the floors, you scrub the sinks, and before anyone ever sees them - because you're a writer, for god's sake, you're far too busy writing to entertain, and you need peace and quiet and no distractions - they're just as dirty again.
Unlike a good day spent writing, a day spent cleaning can add nothing in the end to your sum total of achievements.
But then your home is your workplace, and there's this aspect of your personality, you need your workplace to be in order, and quite frankly, seeing all those crumbs on the kitchen floor, still there from Christmas dinner halfway through January, and all that stuff not yet put away or seen to, the decorations, the laundry, well it's annoying, and in the end distracting. Distracting from writing.
And you can't afford a cleaner, and even if you could, you couldn't stand one in the house because, like I said, you need peace and quiet.
So what to do? Spend a day or two cleaning and lose good writing time, or leave it and risk being so out of sorts you can't write?