There is a time and place for obsessive cleaning routines. Possibly on board a tiny submarine or other cramped shared places. I remember when a colleague was desperately depressed because of marital troubles – he became unkempt and uncaring about personal hygiene. The latter was never too hot to begin with and it soon lapsed to unacceptable. We ended up drawing lots to pick which of us had the unenviable task of telling him how it affected us and the business. It fell to me to make this move and it ended up an embarrassing tear stained affair, but it was effective and the poor chap went straight out to buy clean clothes and underwear, and he did turn things around nicely.
Oh the joy of being able to engage a professional cleaning company for my own little world of work and domestic bliss. The most blessed thing in life is when the cleaner arrives!