My mother didn't work until after my sister and I left home. You could eat off the floor until the day she died. But when I moved back to my hometown with my two boys (without husband), she was too busy to spend time with us. She had a routine of which room she had to clean every night. I don't want to be like that. So I have always said "My house is clean enough to be healthy and dirty enough to be happy". I have raised two sons that both keep their houses clean so I guess I did something right.