My mother was/is a compulsive cleaner. The house had to be SPOTLESS 24/7. Messes were never allowed, ever, dinner was washed up and put away immediately when done eating, not matter what dinner it was, be it a holiday or a family gathering. Dishes are NEVER left to soak, the floors get swept daily, vacuumed 3x a week, sheets are changed and washed weakly. floors are scrubbed weakly, windows washed monthly (inside and out, not an easy task in Iowa in January). Laundry was done just so, you can't wash your underwear with your towels, if you use a rag on the floor you throw it away, because it will NEVER be clean again. The old bat lives alone, and STILL spends 12 hours a week cleaning her house, she vacuums the vacuum tracks.
She hates cleaning, and complains endlessly about it, and we would always have a raging screaming match every day between her and 1 of us, because she was NOT the house n***** (yes she uses that word, she's not a racist, but...🙄) It didn't matter if we did chores or not, they were never done to HER satisfaction, so you got yelled at for doing them wrong, and you got yelled at for not doing them. We just stopped, we were in trouble either way, because there is no way to make her happy, she always moves the goal posts. When "doctor" Phil asks, do you want to be right, or do you want to be happy? She wants to be right. Needless to say housekeeping and things like that are a big trigger for my siblings and I. My sister and I can laugh about some of it. A few years ago my BIL was folding towels and I told him he wasn't doing it right, my sister laughed, then he asked "what is this magical way of folding towels?" My sister and I each picked up a towel and folded them the exact same way, without looking at each other, and placed them neatly on top of each other. He just said "that is messed up" We're like yep.