Cleanliness is next to........

It's 6 AM. I've been up for over an hour now. My internal clock rang at 4:30, the bastage.
   Before I start my cleaning rant, and there WILL be a rant. Let me make something clear. My husband does clean. He washes dishes and clothes. He picks up after kids and dogs alike. Sometimes the mess moves faster than him, but he does clean. Lately he's been sick: First with fibromyalsia, nothing to laugh at let me tell you, and lately with the flu.
    So the cleaning back slid for a while and I let it, knowing that I was going on vaca for 2 weeks. I also had an agenda. I am going to get the house spick and span, like it has never been before. It's a New Year's compulsion. I know a fair bit about compulsion since I am a diagnosed OCPD  sufferer (so much of my childhood is so clear now). For whatever reason I feel the need to start 2011 with a really clean house.
   Here I sit. At the kitchen table with coffee in hand looking  out over the remaining cleaning jobs to be done and wondering ( a little paniky like) if I will be able to get it all pulled together in time. I still have so much to do. Carpets to steam clean, cobwebs to conquer, a bedroom closets that looks like it belongs to the Krats Bros., not to mention the bathroom closet and laundry room. I get tired and not just a little concerned just thinking about it.
   What will I do if I don't get it all clean by Dec. 31st? I doubt seriously if anyone else in the whole world will care. Certainly the clean police won't show up and drag me off to some filthy dungeon where I will be forced to scrub peanut butter out of white carpet forever. Did I mention my overactive imagination? Another time then.
    The thing is that I will know the house is not just the way I want it. I will see dirt everywhere and on everything. People will come over and I will practically feel the dirt. They will sit on the edges of their seats to keep from coming in contact with it, or not come over at all. I will go over to other peoples homes and wonder, how on earth are they so clean and I am so dirty? I get wound up tight as a watch, muscles tense, just thinking about it. So what do I do and where do I go from this point?
   I think I will take a prozac, maybe two. Clean the cabinets in the bathroom and do the laundry. I might even get to steaming the living room carpet. Most importantly, I have to remember that no where in the Bible does it say that cleanliness is next to Godliness. As a matter of fact, I am begining to believe that cleanliness is next to impossible.