When I am having difficulty due to a depressive episode, my mother offers to walk over and clean. She doesn't mind doing it because it gives her something to do. Yesterday I was able to pitch in by taking care of the dishes, cleaning the cat boxes, taking apart and cleaning the entire kitchen, taking out trash, and shredding mail which, if I don't keep on top of it, gets really overwheming. When I am depressed I barely have the energy to do that. It still took a few hours to clean. It's so frustrating because it's not even a big house but it takes a lot of energy to keep up with the neverending junk mail and three cats.