I think some of us are being a bit defensive.
I clean my toilet most mornings because I dislike scrubbing toilets. So I wake up, use the toilet :) , squirt in some cleaner, swish it about. 25 seconds. Spray glass/all purpose spray on mirror and basin/vanity. Wipe. 32 seconds. Take same cloth and spray, wipe down toilet and around base where, bless him, DS always seems to pee. (sigh...) 33 seconds.
Toss same cloth into washing machine, where I threw all the other dirty dark clothes last night before I went to bed. Pour in soap, put machine on. Less than a minute. When I get home I put the clothes in the dryer and DS and I put them away when they're dry. Sometimes a mountain builds up, in which case I fold them and put them into piles for the three of us while DS is in the bath. Everyone is responsible for his/her own pile.
Some days this does not get done. Some days nothing gets done because DS and I are "getting the fuck out of the house." Most days we get things done and
also "get the fuck out of the house."
Today DS and I read a pile of books, walked to the shops while singing all the songs we know, made flowers with cardboard and crayons and glitter, played hide and go seek, etc. I've promised that since Daddy's away we can have a special Mama and DS night and watch Tangled and eat chee-tos when I get home from work. :)
I also cleaned the toilet, did a load of laundry, vacuumed, cooked lunch and dinner, did the washing up, mopped the bathroom floor, took out the garbage, swept the entryway, read a magazine, and mumsnetted. I didn't get a nap today but that is unusual.
Honestly, I'm quite insulted that anyone would think I'm a house-proud philistine, or that I do any of this for my "friends." Or that anyone would look down on me for taking a minute and a half to wipe the loo before anyone's awake, especially if I'm not looking down on anyone because they don't.