I need to clean

Is my need to clean some kind of housewife instinct that's taking over me? As I ate my lunch all I thought about was how I'm going to spend my Friday night cleaning the house. I want to throw away all that crap laying on our dining table for the past year. There's a box of wedding material that I can't wait to throw out, but I want to complete our thank you cards first then burn that wedding stuff like it was a some kind of bad nightmare. I want to vacuum the house and scrub the floor. I spent 30min scrubbing down the shower door and now its' soap scum free. I want to buy a dozen toothbrushes so I can scrub between the tiles of the bathroom wall and kitch countertop. Then scrub out that mold sitting by the window still. I want to pull all my clothes out of my closet and refold them so they look neat like a store shelf. I want to forbid any future purchases of DVD's because we do not watch them more than once but once they're in the house they do take up space forever. I want to throw away that old pile of unopened mail that I can not throw away because it's not mine and I get nervous watching it sit there, haven't you watched "House of Sand and Fog"? Open your mail!. I still have to fold that laundry, find a place for our SCUBA gear and possibly re-organize the storage space. I want this place CLEAN and it seems like the first step to keep it clean is the rid the cause.. and the cause is HIM. The one who's not going to leave my side till I die. wah.... I'm going to be cleaning forever, like a fuckn maid.