You are right there. I grew up in a perfectly clean house. Mom was always doing housework - when she wasn't entertaining the bridge club with port or sherry. She was fastidious. Every thing was gleaming. The bathrooms were scoured daily. The oven a fridge yanked out from the wall continuously. She did laundry everyday - starching and ironing even socks and underwear. We always got new underwear regularly so she could have the whitest laundry out to dry on the block. It was all about what would other people think.