My Mother was exceedingly houseproud, liked everything 'just so' and rooms redecorated annually. The problem with that was that she did not see it as her job to maintain this state of perfection. Her contribution was to draw up rotas for my sister, father and I and refuse to let us out of the door for leisure activities until that days tasks had been completed.
My father called it 'pride and poverty' - an attempt to live a middle class life style without the means to hire a cleaner or send stuff to the laundry. So it was starched white linen tableclothes on the dining table in the living room with the full dinner service to be set out, used, washed and dried and put away again, table folded up and carpet hoovered after every evening meal. We were always late for the Youth Club and many 'dates' were 'stood-up' as we missed the bus.
Since I was married and had my own house, everything is arranged to need as little effort cleaningwise as is possible and as there are no longer any MIL or DM visits to prepare for I do no more than keep Kitchen, bathroom and toilet hygenic and to hell with the rest.