The weird thing is I enjoy going to my SIL's house and cleaning it for her when she's gone. That happens, oh, once a year. Or less. But I like leaving it clean, and not seeing it get dirty again.
I'd like to point out that many of the homes I've been in LOOK cleaner than mine because they don't have overflowing bookshelves, refrigerator door full o' artwork, and piles of paperwork hidden in corners.
But in their homes, I see things and wonder "Why don't they clean this? It's STILL dirty." That consoles me, because I realize dirt happens.
We clean twice a year whether we need to or not, whenever our parents are expected for a visit. This might be considered "normal" if we were kids just out on our own, but we've been out on our own for 20 years.
Unless the ol' folks are coming, we've given up trying to get the dog snot off the bottom of the windows in the sun room, he'll just put more up there anyway.
We used to have a more-or-less clean house, then we had kids. Now it takes at least two hours to pick up all the plastic toys in the family room just to be able to vacuum ... so we just leave the dog hair and pretend we have shag carpeting in there.
My mother has never found a dollar store she didn't like, or a sale that she could pass up. I've complained to her that we have no room for more cheap plastic crap, so her solution is to buy cheap plastic tote containers and use these as shipping boxes when she sends more cheap plastic crap. We have 37 gianormous plastic totes full of junk from China in various rooms. I counted. (My daughter is almost 8, so that's about 4 totes a year since she's been born, with a few extras thrown in). It wouldn't be so bad if the kids kept the junk *in* the totes, but that's not what happens ... so we have 37 totes worth of trash in the family room, the basement play room, the kids bedrooms, and wherever else they've carried stuff and abandoned it. We also have nearly 700 children's books (picked them up and counted them last night) ... nearly all from Grandma. One of these days, I swear, I'm gonna ship it all back to her at once.
It was a hoot when my girl told Grandma on the phone "Don't send me toys for my birthday, you already sent me more than I have time to pick up!"