My mother was OCD. She also suffered from anxiety. Our house was spotless at all times. She cleaned seven days a week. She had certain days for washing, ironing. She was a wonderful cook. She also baked pies, homemade all the way. She picked apples, peeled and sliced them, made delicious apple pies. Oh, yes, I'd like to have one right now! I turned into my mother. I kept our house immaculate at all times. I made homemade food. We had three meals a day. I changed five beds every Friday. I sometimes held a job and still kept this up. When my son was about eight years old, he said: "CLEAN, CLEAN, CLEAN, THAT'S ALL YOU DO! God bless him. I love him dearly. I don't know what prompted it .I had four children plus a stillborn boy. My husband's twin brother and son moved in and stayed for three years. I did their clothes and fed them at the same time. That made my four kids, my husband, his brother and child and me. That's eight people for every meal. I cooked large meals, did everyone's laundry and ironed everyone's clothes. Yes, I did it all and I still cleaned like crazy. I never went anywhere on weekends. I cleaned. My husband and his brother went golfing every weekend. I did not love my life, that's for sure. Yes, now I need back surgery for spinal stenosis, have pain even going to my feet. I attribute it to all the lifting of the furniture I did each time I cleaned. Yes, I moved everything!