The Dust... My Nemesis...

When I started wiping away the dust yesterday, it was thicker than the picture above. It was so thick I wonder I can collect them all and fluff it up like a pillow. At one point I almost broke down in tears. I've never worked so hard before in cleaning. I keep on telling myself that I will never let this happen again. Am I suppose to walk in my own house armed with this feather duster? I woke up this morning and to my horror, there's a thin layer of dust everywhere. I dusted it and it went flying up and down it came again. I wanted to cry and I know I cannot keep to the tempo of waking up early in the morning just to dust away everything. I can't use a cloth to wipe at every single piece of items. I can go crazy. I'm just so not fit to do housework. We're all having phobia looking at dust. We dust them away at every nook and corner. One speck of dust or mark, we'll start wiping it away. How to live like this? I don't know how other people clean their house but I've seen my big mama wiping away using a cloth from downstairs to upstairs and then wipe again whenever she walks pass a cabinet or anything. I cringe at the sight of dust. I know myself very well. At most I can be a good house cleaner for two days then I collapse completely. This is so hard. So hard :'( To those who always say that cleaning a house is so easy, please come to my house when I ask for help next time. Saying and doing are two different things. Moreover, I'm not doing this alone. There are 5 of us cleaning and we stared at those who tell us it's just a simple matter of cleaning. I don't feel like buying a house anymore. Can I just stay in wigwam? Stay in the wilderness. Less dust. Completely natural. The ground is already dirty and I wouldn't be bothered. The tree house is cool, too~! I wonder how does it feel like to stay up there? No furniture... I can't afford to carry furniture up unless I use a crane.

There's another half of the house still not done. Never give up~! Never give up~! Why do things that people find it so easy to do, I find it so difficult. I would rather crack my brain in doing other things than going through all this. Feel like singing now. And staring at my bookshelves. Then stay in my own room. Opening the door gives me such fright. I can't wait to go work for a few hours later since I have cancelled off most of my work.