I used to be a fanatic about cleaning the house. My main concern was what would the neighbors think, Oh God the repairman is coming, and a some ocd was going on as well. Twenty-five years later, I don't care what the neighbors think, the repairman could give a flip and the ocd has calmed (a little bit) so I'm calmer about the housework. I put myself on semi-schedule for the weekly things and wing it for the rest. After all, I have better things to do with my time such as...well, nothing!