That and, at least for me, an overwhelming need for approval. If I help someone else clean their house, they might think I have my own shit together and I’m a considerate person. If I clean my own house, I’ll still hate myself.

Or maybe the pressure of someone else potentially cleaning my place will actually get me to do it.

Not that I have weird stuff I don’t want people to know about. Not that I would say I do either. Or comment that I don’t have weird stuff because pointing it out would kind of say I have weird stuff. I don’t have weird stuff.

No no, I get you. I can happily spend 6 hours at work reorganizing and cleaning my workroom and storage but once I get home, managing the dishwasher is a Herculean effort.