I would like a 20 minute window in which to enjoy my clean kitchen before my wife wanders in and tornadoes shite all over the place.
You don’t know what you don’t have until it’s there.
That's the inverse of my house.
Come home to find MrsDeth has cleaned and tidied the kitchen.
I admire it and then proceed to unload pockets and bag over the clear peninsula and ruin the aesthetic.
Also live alone, wonder if it's a 'are you putting those dishes away thing?' you know because no-ones there to nudge, so you're all like, whatever.