What in the Hell has Happened to Me?

I did a web search this morning that I am not particularly proud of, but I still fell compelled to share. I am realizing that the only way to truly keep up with a home is to break the to-do list into days. Old ladies used to do this all of the time in the forties and fifties. Your grandmother, no doubt, broke her week into "laundry day (washing)", "ironing day", and "cleaning day". This seems to be what I am going to have to do. Today, of course, being "laundry" day. Woohoo.
There must be a ton of Monica in me. My house is pretty clean, and decorated for Christmas. The only mess in my home are the 5 or so odd dishes/glasses in my sink. I simply cannot live any other way. It's been vacumed, swept, scooped, washed, dusted, decorated, etc. I am a feakish neat freak, or so it would seem. I do not know of anyone else in my age group with these tendencies. Help!!!