I love my surroundings to be nice and I have so many daft perfectionist tendencies - for example, try to decorate the tree and rooms at Christmas at your peril - I'll re-do it all - but I have always swerved making housework important or something that must be done regularly or on certain days because life is just too short and there is always something more interesting to do.
When first married and hanging out with neighbours/ mums at the school gates, there was so much bragging about who'd done what around the home, almost like it was some sort of cleaning competition. I remember at the time thinking "I am opting out of this" and I did. I have a nice home and go mad cleaning before entertaining or having people to stay. I am definitely an 11th hour type and need pressure in order to get my act together. I stressed myself out working and bringing up children alone. I felt no pressure to be a super housewife too. The bed is aired every day, and I love clean sheets, but if there is something more interesting to do, then stripping beds doesn't get a look in.