I was raised in a house where we couldn't put our head on the back of the couch. couldn't put ourhands on the arms. We lived in a small town, and people said they could eat on our floor. I don't blame my Mother because when she was small they slept on straw mattresses, Very, Very poor. She loved her house so much. I'm too old to do a lot of housekeeping. I hate it. We work from our home. I cook for 5. I like my kitchen and bathrooms clean, and that about does it. We have a cleaning lady every 2 weeks, but they don't know about under things. Like under the couch, chairs, etc. Just the middle. Real fast. That's my story.