Well, it's Tuesday and I happen to have some unsolicited marriage advice. I know you come to me for all your unsolicited marriage advice. So here goes.
If you keep bumping up against the same argument, over, and over, and over, and over again... First of all, it's probably one of those perpetual problems. But, as they say here in Cackalacky, you "might could" do something to make things at least a bit better.
For us, it's always been those two unending chores: laundry and and dishes. Ug. I'm in charge of laundry, and Jonathan's in charge of dishes/keeping the kitchen clean. The last straw came a couple weeks ago when I read this article. Just when I was thinking, "Yes, this is so good. Yes, it's really hard to have two parents with full-time jobs and to be out of the house from 7 AM to 6 PM every day. Yes, we spend the majority of every weekend catching up on chores and it's making me crazy," well that's the time when I got to the part where the author noted that they hired help to clean the house, so that they could enjoy the time they had together. I've heard that so many times. And it's just not going to happen for us, barring winning some lottery that we haven't played.
The solution? We switched chores. I now do dishes/kitchen and Jonathan's on laundry patrol. Both jobs are still unending. But so far it's a huge improvement - both in terms of the chores actually getting done and in terms of our (okay, mostly my) mental health. I can tolerate piles and stacks of laundry much better than I tolerate piles and stacks of dishes, so with this new arrangement I can keep the food prep area clean and presentable, always staying on top of that, and Jonathan can do his thing and I don't feel super stressed if there clothes in various stages of cleanliness/organization. Jonathan is also *adorable* because he does things like watch youtube videos to learn how to fold shirts (granted, it is some kind of wizardry he now uses). He's also always been the fitted sheet folder of the house, which should have tipped me off to his laundry prowess sooner.
And that, dear readers, is how it took us six years to get out of one slowly warming pot of water.