I have been deep cleaning for about a week now. I have vacuumed the living room and dining room walls, washed the sheers for those rooms, and vacuumed 1/2 the kitchen walls too. I do the kitchen about every 3 months, but I only do the living room dining room about 2 times a year and on a need to basis.
I am getting ready for visitors at the end of August, my parents and another dog.
The work is rewarding and discouraging all at the same time. I like to think that I got something done, but alas there is just more where that came from. I got up this morning to a full sink of dishes, one I was too tired to do last night, the floor needs vacuuming again, the table is yet again full of odds and ends. The junk drawer wont soon close and there is a new unfolded basket of clean laundry waiting for me to fold.
I try and get my kids involved, and actually do. Sometimes though the reminders and crabbing is not worth it.
But I just plug away. I keep whittling at the mess and cleaning. Keep thinking that "This is what I do" and keep plugging away.