Binge Cleaning.

That is the term that I have coinned (although I doubt I'm the first) (Sure enough. Google counted 477 references to 'binge cleaning' in only .27 seconds.) to describe the hectic, desperate, stressful, and mad dash to clean the entire house (or at least large percentages of it) in a single day or weekend.

Now, let me preface the following by saying that I love my wife and I love my mother. And I do so for very, very different reasons. Whoever came up with that old saying about marrying someone just like mom didn't know what he was talking about. I was actually kinda happy that my mother didn't take to my wife right away. However, in this binge cleaning business they are alike. I don't know if other women are like this or if it's just a localized insanity. I do not understand why a person would put themselves under that kind of mental and physical stress. Ignorance, however, does not include innocence and I was morally required to assist my wife in any and all phases of this 'Blitz-sauber' (That's german of lightning cleaning).

This, of course, was in preparation for the advent of my wife's birthday. It was grand. The highlight, I think, was when all 20-odd people assembled sang a hale and hearty Happy Birthday to my wife. The low point, of course, was the Vikings loss to the Chiefs. Oh well. Probably make more sense to start watching college ball so I can speak intelligently about who the Vikings are going to draft with the third overall draft pick.