Housewife's grief

When I come to your house,
Everything looks fine,
The chairs and tables all in place,
And all the mirrors shine.
There isn't a paper or a book
That isn't in its proper nook,
But when you come to my house,
Please don't look!

Cause everything in my house
Is strictly out of place,
The fuss and muss in my house
Is always a disgrace,
I run around from here to there
To make the joint look neat and fair,
But everything at my house
Is hanging on a chair.