My mother was unbelievably fastidious...we spent every Saturday morning of my youth cleaning side by side. My grandmother lovingly maintained the original tile, carpet, and wallpaper in her home for over thirty years...and it looked brand new! So, understandably, the torch of cleanliness was passed quite naturally to me.
Clearly this tidiness gene skipped a generation with the birth of my eldest child. It used to drive me nearly insane. Now I just close the door, shake my head, and even smile. The funny thing is...I kinda like her way better...and I wouldn't change the little slob's messiness (most of the time) for all the Swiffers in the world!