One day I actually walked in on her wiping down the telephone receiver with rubbing alcohol. I can bet you as soon as he leaves this perfect household, he is wiping his forehead with his crisp, starched-white hankie thanking his lucky stars that he's leaving this cleaning concentration camp. Where this particular housewife behavior stems from, I am not sure. I think it is because they have no excuse for not doing a perfect job. You're serving well-balanced meals and the house is neat, and you're on top of everything.
Nothing gets by here.
It's the housewife and the auto-vac against the world. Two weeks ago, I visited my mother at the elementary school she works at. It was the end of the school day, and children were pouring out of the classrooms. While I was walking up to the building, I saw mothers of all shapes and sizes grouped around discussing, rather seriously I might add, whether their kids would prefer ice cream or pizza for an afternoon snack. Of course the afternoon snack is all part of the housewife's daily planning.