Why is life so utterly full of s__t?

The back stairs have needed to be patched and painted since before the Bumble Bean was born.  We are working on the 4th year with no light over our table.  The house is a disaster.  Spell check isn't working; no surprise since the computer isn't working either.  I suspect that our bathtub is about to fall into the clinic.  Still no dehumidifier in the basement which makes anything that goes there become trash.  Did I mention the house is filthy, the yard is full of weeds and general detritus, nothing is ever put away, thrown away, cleaned, fixed, maintained.  Argh!  I think I'll move to Australia.