What works for me is having a structure military precision.
#1. When you walk in the door, do not sit down until you have done exactly 20 minutes of housework. You won't do it otherwise - or you'll start doing something else that makes even more mess, which you will also leave.
#2. Delay start timers on dishwashers and washing machines are amazing, as they mean you can set them to finish just as you're coming in from work. All you have to do then is unload them when you come in.
#3. Clean up as you go along. By the time you're ready to eat, the only things left to add to the dishwasher should be your plates and cutlery and the surfaces should be clean. And cooking time can be talking time.
#4. If you see something that needs wiping/putting in a bin/away, do it straight away so you don't have to think about it again. This gets mugs into the dishwasher rather than being forgotten, random items taken upstairs, bits of paper into recycling with minimal thought and the day's little packets of evil from the litter trays despatched to the outside bin before the wee furry shites stage a dirty protest about having a less than pristine toileting environment and DP wearing his most martyred expression whilst making furball-like sounds as he cleans up said demonstration of discontent
#5. Before you go to bed, spend ten minutes getting things ready for the morning. Kettle full of water, clothes ready (so no searching for matching socks at 5am), clothes from the day + towels (Psoriasis means very regular washing of towels) in the washing machine and set the timer on 18-20 hours delay start so you don't have to think about it in the morning.
#6. Clear spaces give you peace to think. 'Spirited Children' are right pains in the arse when you have to deal with them along with 25 other kids, 'Houses with Spirit' are equally annoying, as the clutter shouts at you demanding your attention, whether from just looking at the pile of shite on the side/floor/chair/table, from smelling the frankly dodgy odour coming from the overfull kitchen bin that's going to split and need picking up, mopping and washing out, or because you've got to shift everything out of the way multiple times before dropping half of it and having to clean it up anyhow.
It works like magic for me. No faffing, stumbling, 'where's my - ', overwhelming piles of crud, spills that take effort to remove - and it means just doing a bit extra (like stripping beds, maybe cleaning a windowsill whilst the plants are having a quick shower in the bath) on a Saturday or Sunday morning, rather than spending hours chiselling bean juice off the hob and cupboard doors when it would have come off with a single wipe at the time it was spilled.
Once you get into the habit of doing small bursts of activity without thinking about it, it doesn't feel so much like work.