My lovely wife (my second one...) is a cleaning freak. I have nothing against keeping a tidy place. Au contraire. My mother was a slob; I never invited anyone at our house (OK, the fact my father was a sociopath also contributed somewhat). After I moved out and got my own appartment, I was once told by a girlfriend that my bathroom was incredibly clean (I guess she failed to notice my other manly attributes). So clean is good. Spring cleaning is a yearly thing at my place. Except it happens in July, or whenever I take my vacation. Since it has to be a worthwhile exercise, I tend to do my weekly chores in a relaxed way. I do windows (twice a year), and vacuum once a week. Nothing sucks like Electrolux. Right. But even if I moved every piece of furniture weekly, to make sure not one single dust bunny survived, I'd still be on spring cleaning duty. So, make it worthwhile! Party time! I love it when my wife says «look at the dirty water, it was worth it». I know I've done my job. I have made spring cleaning a needed chore. The gift that keeps on giving