My house is a disaster. We have a nanny, as both dh and I work ftoh. She does dishes, laundry and usually picks up right before she leaves. About 10 minutes after she's gone, we're back to disaster. My dh asked me last weekend why our house always looks like a war zone. I told him it was that we had twins who tore everything apart faster than I could clean it up.
Our house was very clean when we were growing up, floors mopped all the time, not a speck of dust to be found, etc. I asked my mom about it recently, and she told me that it was because she spent so much time cooking and cleaning that she left us to play a lot on our own. She also said she regrets that and if she had to do it all over again, she'd embrace the mess all in the name of making more memories with her little ones. I try to remember that when I'm dodging toys all over the place.