Oh boy...
...I was raised in a house where my mother had her daily set of chores, and to this day, at 54 years of age, I find that pattern (can we say "baggage?") something that I adhere to "most of the time."
I live with a dog, so I vacuum the area rugs daily. The hard flooring gets vacuumed with a canister vac every other day or so, though if I am going through a low energy period, the hard floors get vacuumed when the dog fur tumbleweeds scatter as I pass through.
Dusting is my achilles' heel, as while I don't let things get to the point that one could write messages on my furniture, the job does not get done weekly, either. I don't like clutter, but do have assorted chotchkies on the furniture, for I don't like an "empty" look, either. Chotchkies keeps me from dusting!
Laundry is done Sunday morning, and what needs ironed, sees the iron as it comes off of the line or out of the dryer. I scrub the kitchen and bathroom floors plus clean the other bathroom bits either early Saturday morning, or early Sunday morning, so that the cleaning rags can be laundered and then put away. This weekend regimen falls by the wayside if I go away for the weekend, to see my S.O.
The first of the month, I flip the mattress, vacuum the coils of the fridge, and move furniture while vacuuming. The first week that school is out for the summer, I do the spring housecleaning.
This all works for me, and doesn't seem to get in the way of my life. Not being much of a social person, things get done easily. That being said, I would never turn down a weekend away or an evening out, just because I have house work to do!